Used to white noise in the background, used to announcements and regulations pouring out of speakers in dozens of languages whenever her ship zooms toward the earth, Faye doesn't even realize what the jukebox is playing until Eames points it out. She strains to listen, leaning curiously in its direction, gradually putting the lyrics together in her head and laughing, incredulously.

"Well, that's one way to learn the days of the week," she shakes her head with a sigh. "But hey, at least it's better than heavy metal."