[ It's amazing to watch as the woman shimmers around the edges, just barely, and suddenly it's Eames in her place. There's nearly no disturbance; all of his projections just happily go on their way. Even the bartender, who can't be more than five feet away.

Arthur's eyebrows go up a little. ]

I know my projections. [ Which is really I know myself. ] You were close, but coy isn't really a trait that transfers to any of them. Good details, though. The freckles were a nice touch.