Eames scoffs. He doesn't have the energy to tell her she's wrong and what a fucking idiot she was to do this in the first place, so a scoff and a roll of his eyes will have to suffice on the first point. He's not about to sit here and reassure her that being a dumbass doesn't mean she deserves this, if she doesn't know it then she doesn't know it.

"And you thought, what? He'd curl up in a ball and listen patiently? Has he ever, in the years you've known him, sat and waited calmly for an explanation from you when he's mad?" Eames pauses all of a moment, quickly deciding he doesn't need an answer to that question when he's fairly certain he already knows the answer. "He's weaker not docile. Do you have any idea how lucky you are you're even alive right now?"

This time he waits for an answer, though Eames expects he won't like the one he gets, if he gets one at all.