She nodded, staring at Eames' hand on her knee and wrapping her arms around her middle as though she was cold. In a way, she was feeling pretty cold right now. Sometimes she felt like an alien, some kind of foreign intruder on the world they shared.

"So you had no intention for anything to actually happen, in any capacity, and you went ahead and agreed to it without bothering to explain that. You were just stringing me along."