Wow, he's going to be so glad to be done with this girl. Eames isn't visibly annoyed, but he does offer her a thin smile over his shoulder while he busies himself making sure the sedatives are dosed correctly. Wouldn't want to put this delightful child in a coma her first time.

"Thanks for your consideration," he leans against the desk, it's a nice office that he's 'borrowed' for this, the chairs are comfortable and the room is spacious with a window that gets plenty of sun. It means he's nicely lit when he picks up one of the IVs and taps it against the back of his hand absently, "you ever had a lucid dream?"