"Well, it's not as if this place has much to do in the way of home decorating," Eames points out, watching her as she moves, smile curious, maybe even intrigued, each step she takes cataloged. Half the fun is not knowing what she'll do, not knowing her well enough to determine her motivation, but equally enjoyable is trying to piece it together, little things adding to the whole. She's forward without being too overtly so, perceptive rather than naïve or innocent, at least as far as he can tell; it's promising. Slowly, seemingly absently, following in her direction, he shrugs, a rare moment of honesty. "But I've never been much good at that anyway. Moved around too much before I showed up here to really know what it's like to settle anywhere."