Well okay, he's fairly sure that's bullshit, if only because Eames is relatively certain that whatever the deal with this carriage is, it wouldn't just let a sleeping person be.

The seats stop rattling though, because he's not about to expend all his energy trying to crush one of Nancy's friends (apparently. Because she knows everyone) in front of her.

He'd have some questions, but Nancy's shouting and wriggling and Eames' attention is drawn to her. Immediately he shifts forward toward her, reaching out to cup the side of her face with a hand and take one of hers with the other, voice firm but it's not loud or panicked.

"Nancy-- Nancy, it's not real," he ducks his head to try and catch her gaze, "look at me, Nancy. Focus."