Just short of Eames tugging his ear or scratching under his nose, he was all but sending up a red flag of some sort. Ariadne just wasn't sure what it was. Eyes narrowing slightly, head tilting, she stared at him with blatant confusion. "I said I've tried to pack boxes to be balanced, since I am transporting most of them on the trolley and then on foot... I offered to pack a heavy one as a joke, Eames."
"Why do you want a really heavy box?" It was likely obvious from Ariadne's look that she knew something was going on and, per usual, couldn't help but ask and poke at it. Curiosity wasn't her friend, often enough. It was how she had truly gotten wrapped up in dreamshare; Intellectual curiosity trumping mental moral objections.