Eames laughs softly as he takes his seat opposite her. He certainly isn't intending to prove her wrong, but who knows how this'll go. It's a touchy topic, Eames is well aware.

"I think it was before mobile phones," he says with a thoughtful wrinkle of his brow, as though he couldn't tell here exactly when and where they last saw eachother if pressed. Most things within half a century he can usually remember to the detail; it's a useful skill, but also largely unimportant right now. "What's brought you back anyway?"