"Did she?" Ellen murmurs, her eyes sparkling with interest. It seems a little gauche to be rummaging through another woman's clothes, and she doesn't want Eames to have that impression of her right from the start, but the offer does sound fairly tempting. Besides, he's not going to be using any of them, and otherwise they'd simply be sitting around collecting dust, so the offer hangs in the back of her mind as she considers it, nodding after a moment. "Well, she won't mind if I snag a pair of heels for the trip back," she adds nonchalantly, although she's already considering the possibility that it may not be limited to just shoes. "Wait, hold on, I don't want to make a mess." She reaches out to brace one hand on his shoulder, balancing herself until she can slip one shoe off and then the other, shrinking a few inches down onto bare feet.