[Ariadne nodded, accepting that. It definitely wasn't the weirdest thing she'd heard. She quietly closed the door and locked it for good measure as she moved to sit back down on the couch. Was she okay? Well wasn't that the question. Things had been stressful with Hayley, and then hearing that she'd murdered someone had struck the architect deep inside. It'd been like hearing that Cobb had performed Inception on Mal, a darkening of the moral gray she'd previously perceived. Then, with the whole seeing trains thing and feeling like a big bowl of Cobb-flavored crazy, it really hadn't been that great of a few days. But still, she gave a quick nod.]

Just working on not thinking about elephants.

[But she distinctly felt like she wasn't being entirely truthful to Dick. Sure, yeah, she was lying about what she was seeing, but that was such a little thing, it was the pretending to be okay, to be professional, that felt like a bigger lie.]