"It certainly does seem that way." He agreed, though if he were truly on vacation this is not what he'd have chosen. "Bit dreary here for a proper vacation though." He said with a shake of his head. "Need something a bit more tropical I think if we're going to do it up right." Eames was picturing a large out door pool, cabanas, drinks with little umbrellas, maybe a cabana boy or two if it was going to be everything he'd want out of a vacation. But it seemed he'd have to make do with the place he'd been stuck.
He nodded when Octane told him a range of time he'd been there, without any real answer, but he supposed he couldn't expect much more than that from someone who seemed to think that a knife was best kept stabbed into furniture and not carefully tucked away somewhere that one didn't have to necessarily worry about it dulling over time.
And when Octane went on telling him a little more about the hotel well he wasn't sure what to make of that either. "People have said the hotel does things. People died?" He asked, "People don't seem all that bothered by that, that seems like the sort of thing that people would be a little more eager to talk about." But from what he'd seen thus far no one seemed to be too bothered by it all - many even seemed happy to be there.