Ariadne opened her mouth to say something, then stopped and closed it again. After a few moments, she nodded slightly and shoved the instinct to argue down. She had asked him not to deny it and he hadn't, he just hadn't elaborated.
"If you don't want to talk about it, that's your decision." It might've been a passive-aggressive statement had there not been an utter lack of tone in it. Rather, it was simply stated, if anything paired with a general physical demeanor of giving up, before Ariadne stopped fidgeting with the paintbrush and put it in the nearby box. She stood and moved to resume packing the box of summer clothing.
"So - how is work?" It was a weak question, but an open opportunity for Eames to go on about something else.