She laughed a little, taking the proferred glass of champagne. She wasn't drinking quite as much as she pretended to be, but she was feeling pretty good. "Maybe. I grew up pretty lucky. Supportive family, and all." If Cobb was questioning her feelings now, he was just going to have to keep on questioning. It was her choice, and hers alone. She knew what she was getting into. The building, it made her happy. It freed her. The ability to ignore the rules, for a time, in the dream, that was extraordinary. She couldn't imagine ever giving it up, or giving up the people she'd met - Cobb, Eames - Arthur. Especially not Arthur.