Native. Max screamed it to Eames' trained eye. In dream terms, Max would be part of the subconscious, someone who belonged there, part of it from the beginning. If only this was a dream. It would make things so much simpler, in the long term, but his life was never so easy. Besides, if this was a dream, he wouldn't be in the casino attempting to augment his meager fortunes, he simply would have manipulated it into being so. But again, life was never so easy for him.

But a native could be used, and he needed that now. Someone to use, to coax information from. It really wasn't so different than dealing with someone in the subconscious, and he'd had plenty of training in real life dealing with it as well. Making sure his outfit was neat but not to slick, letting his hair come a bit out of the carefully swept back look he tended to like, he grabbed his drink and meandered over to Max with gate that said buzzed, but not drunk, roguish but not a criminal.

"What do you think of them, mate?" he asked, taking the seat beside Max and sipping from his glass.