Eames had been wondering if he'd picked up on other, more subtle, body language from Ariadne that had allowed him to come to a conclusion as to why Ariadne had acted like she had, a week prior to this, so that the projection could tell him as much. And then it had continued to speak. And...
"...Right. That's just... Right, so, I don't need to repeat myself up above. Fantastic," he muttered, and then put his tea down beside him as he looked all round the area surrounding the fountain.
"I wasn't shutting you down, or changing the subject. I was pulling my thoughts together, or trying to, at any rate... and then you spoke and you sounded like the absolute last thing you wanted to do was listen to me, before you went back to packing. You asked me about work, Ariadne. I'm going to miss you when you leave, and..." He broke off and scratched behind his ear, looking at something that seemed to be just in front of his left shoe, then looked round at her. "I am rubbish at this, sometimes."