Eames nods, a smile in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth at the news. At the very least, it'll make it a damn sight easier to make sure she doesn't just turn up dead at some point.

"Do you know if it's all above board or--" He trails off like something's suddenly happened, the way a cat will suddenly be alert and wide-eyed when they think they've heard something across the room. It's only brief, a reflexive action just like the way his whole body tenses and he seems angry at whatever he's looking at.

But he knows illusions, and that's not real. He shakes his head and seems to relax, but whatever Eames was about to say is totally gone from his head now.