She knows that look. It's the same look she'd get from everyone that knew. God- it had been this big, dirty secret to her. Her boyfriend hits her. Her boyfriend strangles her. Her boyfriend has thrown her through a coffee table. Her boyfriend beats her so badly she sometimes passes out.

The look Eames gives, that tiny little grimace, she's seen it before.

The minibar catches her attention and her eyes light up, just for a moment, at the sight of all the tiny bottles. She'd have them finished by morning, of that there was no doubt. She hopes maybe he'll take a beer and give her a good excuse to go to her flask (not like today isn't a good enough excuse as-is) but he grabs a lemonade. Damn it.

"Sparkling water, please" she tells him, because that will taste great with the gin she has in her flask. While he does that, she gets up and manually takes the large black binder from the desk. She flips through it for a few moments before handing it to Eames.

"There's a spa package- I was thinking maybe that'd be good? Keep me distracted?" Get a nice massage, help her relax.