Re: [Dream Training]
Hannah understood, in this really unthinking way, that maybe Eames didn't want to hear about a crescent that required no chemicals in order to make people dream. Maybe he didn't like the idea of people being able to crawl into his head without the invasive need of a needle, because you could always see them coming if they had to stick something into you. Hannah was never, ever scared of things like that, and not because she didn't understand that it was terrifying, but because she was really accustomed to invasive things in her life, and she always walked the line of seeking autonomy in a life where she really didn't have any at all.
"I don't think I want to be Smith," she said, and she looked over when she heard Arthur's confident footfalls on the floor. She'd only met him once, but his stride was precisely as she remembered it, and she was always amazed at the sameness of people who could be so different. She didn't yet understand the relationship between Eames and Arthur, but she understood that it was one comprised of twisting roads layered over and over, and it would be hard for her to understand things she hadn't been present for. But she didn't need to understand, not really. She only needed to know that it was complicated, to watch where she trod, to keep her eyes open, and she smiled at the newly arrived man in the pristine suit. "You look handsome," she told him, and it wasn't a come-on or sexual appraisal. It was honesty, truth, and she looked like she couldn't tell a lie, not for all the world's gold. He did look handsome.
She watched as Arthur swapped things out, and she just cocked her head curiously. She had questions, but she held them for now and kept her lips pressed together, together and her cornflower eyes were alight with intelligent curiosity. There was really no reason to play stupid here, since Arthur was too smart to believe it, and since Eames just pretended to believe her, and only sometimes. "I haven't done anything yet," she answered, even though Arthur was looking at Eames. She was in the room, and she didn't need Eames answering for her. But her answer was good-natured, if firm, and she regarded them both, left, right, and continued by voicing her earlier curiosity. "What are the chemicals? What do they do, and why do we need them? I was telling Eames," and here she looked at Arthur, "that the prototype device at CARNEM doesn't require chemicals. Isn't that dangerous? Unless you have someone who makes chemicals on your team that you trust, but even those people can be bought, can't they?" Left, right, ear to shoulder and curious like a little bird, one that didn't trust anyone at all, ever.