He would catch that, except Eames is busy with horrible visions of whatever happened on this train. He sucks in a sharp breath and puts a hand on the wall to steady himself, head bowed for a moment. It's so real, the smell of blood is acrid and coppery on his tongue, overwhelming for how thick it is in the carriage, and Eames finds it in himself to be impressed at the realism here.

"You see any of that?" If he sounds annoyed and short, it's only because this is frankly rude and uncalled for ghost behaviour.