[ It's been so long that Ariadne doesn't expect an apology; doesn't give much thought to it, other than when something like this comes up. It hadn't seemed as important in light of everything Cobb had been hiding, freight trains running through intersections and the fact that he had been the one who made his wife believe her world wasn't real. She had told Eames, shortly after they'd moved into the townhouse -- she wonders, distantly, if Yusuf knows before realizing that right now it doesn't really matter. ]

No wonder you like cats. [ Sleeping in the sun for most of the day, stretching and wandering lazily to look for food, playing when they hunt so even that isn't work -- it makes sense, makes her smile to think of Yusuf as a feline (something that's all too possible in the City, she's aware, but that's not the point).

He's gotten to the point though and Ariadne doesn't even pretend to consider it for long, grinning. ] I think it'd be great. We wouldn't be getting shot at, probably, and I'd get to build -- really build, not just messing around.