Eames, conversely, is a little too familiar with places like this, if only through other people's imaginations, a fact he has yet to fully come to terms with, and one he definitely isn't going to mention now. Any lingering uncertainty he may have is a good thing, keeping him from going too crazy if he picked one and wound up being wrong, and what's more, it isn't something he needs to share. What he once did isn't as secret as it used to be, but it's still not to be broadcasted, and is far too serious a subject to share at a time like this. He can't expect every woman he winds up with to be like Emma, who dragged him off to an empty Compound bedroom as soon as he'd told her; given her own abilities, that was a special circumstance.

"It is in a class all its own, isn't it?" he asks, though the question is mainly rhetorical. Talking about the island's particulars isn't something he much wants to do, either. Instead, he makes first contact, lifting a hand to gently brush a lock of hair away from her face. "Does have its upsides, though."