"Well then," He exhales softly, putting his hands in his pockets. Understanding is a tall order, especially for just one outing, but Eames feels as though he has a bit of a responsibility to help. And part of him thinks it'd be absolutely fascinating to see the way Mab chooses to interact with the world. "For starters, we're in Kensington right now. The Night Council controls this area, and they're not exactly fans of ours." He smirks at Mab, amusement clear as day in his expression, "we don't play by the rules, you see."