Oh good. She turns around, her cheeks still pink all the way to her ears, trying not to look below his chin. She's always had a fondness for his broad shoulders, not usually in a sexual way, but she knows he's naked under that blanket. Makes it a little more difficult. So. Eyes on his face.

"Yeah... I saw him earlier, he had his nose buried in that machine. He didn't mention..." She lifts a hand to gesture at Eames. You know, being naked on her bed. "A date."