[Ariadne stared at Dick quietly, trying to figure out what was going on. She could sense some of the frustration and annoyance, but felt like there was some kind of wall up between them. A guard that she hadn't seen before. Sure, she knew that she hadn't been overwhelmingly open and honest with him, but it was strange seeing it from him; the architect thought that he'd been pretty open with her up until this point.
She thought back to Eames's conversation. He had a trust system built in place to prevent his trust from being broken. The architect not so much. After all, she'd trusted Cobb, Arthur, and all of them within a moment's notice. Well, okay, Cobb had taken some time, considering the fact that his subconscious had stabbed her in the gut.
Maybe she could tell Dick. Maybe she could really, truly trust him. The rational side of her mind, though, reminded her that Eames had a 3-month system and she'd known Dick for a little over one.]
You can use... [she gestured to the notebook quietly.]
Re: Spaaaam
She thought back to Eames's conversation. He had a trust system built in place to prevent his trust from being broken. The architect not so much. After all, she'd trusted Cobb, Arthur, and all of them within a moment's notice. Well, okay, Cobb had taken some time, considering the fact that his subconscious had stabbed her in the gut.
Maybe she could tell Dick. Maybe she could really, truly trust him. The rational side of her mind, though, reminded her that Eames had a 3-month system and she'd known Dick for a little over one.]
You can use... [she gestured to the notebook quietly.]