She smiles, quick but genuine, and then turns to grab the attention of the man tending bar, ordering a beer for herself. It's island-brewed, but it's not half-bad.

"It's okay. I think it'd be stranger if they were all here," she admits, taking a swig of the beer as it comes. "And if it helps, you've distinguished yourself enough in my mind to be completely unforgettable." Or at least unmistakable, as far as Eames is concerned.