Her jaw drops a little bit at the very idea. "Oh- I don't know, exactly, yet," she started to say, but cuts off the second Eames tenses. The quick movements have her on edge, recoiling. She pales in the low light.

"What was that?" She asks, turning to look at the area that Eames had been looking in. Was it just her, or was that spot a bit darker than the rest of the carriage? Without hesitation, she summons a small ball of light in the palm of her hand, shining it towards the darkness.

"Mick?!"