"Through the hotel a world or two over, I imagine," Eames replies, getting a proper look at the clothing that she's wearing. Apart from some very disturbing sexual fantasy dreams he's concocted for lonely people over the years, he does know that what she's wearing has gone out of style. "I walked through the door. I continue to walk through doors. Sometimes, they lead me in, sometimes out. Quite the delightful paradox of worlds."