Eames actually laughs when he finally sees the illusion for what it is, like his eyes adjusting to the darkness. It's a soft laugh, brief and almost under his breath with a shake of his head, and he honestly can't believe it took so long.

"We're not actually trapped here," Eames glances back over his shoulder, to Nancy first, then at Foxy, "how long have you been here, waiting for a witch who'd let you hitch a ride out?"

His tone is derisive as he moves over to where the hidden door is, taps a finger against the handle so Foxy knows it isn't just bluster.