"'Blow stuff up,' hm," he remarks aside somewhere back there. A look would probably have been sufficient to convey that's relevant to his interests – as is the delightful rapport Remy is developing with everyone's favorite stick in the mud, but surely there will be other opportunities to express his camaraderie there.

As for weapons, he's indecisive, apparently. While Arthur makes his selections, Eames is doing a bit more rifling around and putting things back before he reaches down to the bottom and comes out with something a few evolutionary steps removed from a tear gas launcher. That'll do. (Yes, all right, he'll bring this dinky little phaser-looking thing too, if he must.)

Meanwhile, he's glad some of the others are so eager to slather unknown substances on their eyes – really, it makes his decision easier. Eames takes an anklet, but puts a dip of salve into a handkerchief for now. If no one has gone blind by the time they reach the Spatters, maybe he'll use it. Naturally, then, he doesn't look as if he begrudges Robin a little hesitance.