"No, we're not cracking the seven seals, I promise you that." She had no idea how the hell the apocalypse was going to happen, but hey, she was going to go with that particular theory in the meanwhile.

She gives him a warm smile, and very nearly launches herself at him for a hug. At the last moment she resists, so the result is an odd little sway forward and back.

"Thank you, Eames. You're wonderful, and I'm glad you'll be there. You can even bring Arthur if you can stomach the site of him." She would never, ever understand Eames and Arthur. She wasn't sure if they were friends or enemies or what. But at least they weren't sleeping together.