Eames snorts at the coffee incident, watching as the guy hurries to find something to clean up with. Good, he hopes it stains. And he hopes it's that guy's favourite shirt. Maybe it's petty of him, but he doesn't care. Really part of him is just sad it wasn't a hot coffee. That'd be brilliant.

"Almost a shame it wasn't," he says softly in response to the stranger who is definitely a normal human and not a ghost. Voice hushed just in case that annoying salesman is still in earshot.