Ah, the best trinkets are out there if you know where to look. Eames wouldn't call himself a frequenter of this place, but you keep places like this locked tight in your memory when you're in his line-- lines of work. Never comes with the stolen stuff, if that trouble came to the door it might just run this place out of business, but when you come into something interesting or have a need, it's as good a place as any to start.

Plus, if memory serves, the proprieter is something of a breath of fresh air.

Eames comes in with just a shirt and jacket — no need to pretend, it's not a human he's dealing with — leaning against the counter while he waits patiently until Lan's free; assuming she's in the back dealing with some little curiosity or other.