By the time he's called into the interview room, Eames is looking substantially less shirty about all this. The steam seems to have run out of his initial irritation. What's left is a subdued impatience, as if he'd had his feathers ruffled by the rude awakening but, lacking any particular reason for hostility, is having difficulty maintaining it. (There's some truth to that impression, but not much.)

He enters without undue drama, giving the man at the table a mild, expectant look.