Eames hangs up with a casual goodbye, and then a couple of hours later indeed, a teenage girl shows up in the cafe. A girl probably no older than about fifteen, totally nondescript and forgettable, and wearing a Fontaine's uniform. It may be a little alarming, all things considered, to have a girl from the school just sit down opposite, but anyone who's had a conversation or two with Eames can probably recognise the smirk and raised eyebrow.

And if not that, maybe there's the way she says, "Ms. DeWitt," with exactly the same cadence as Eames used on the phone earlier.