"Well, I have spied on plenty of people when they weren't watching," Eames says, teasing, if the tone of his voice and look on his face are anything to go by, though it's absolutely the truth. "You just haven't been one of them." There are a good few people on the island, after all, and while he's kept his skills sharp, there's no practical use for them here; he doesn't see the sense in going out of his way to do anything, in trying to learn all of the island's population. He watches those who catch his eye, those who happen to be in the vicinity at any given time. Right now, fascinated, he watches her, even as he holds out a hand to take her offered one and shake it. "Eames. A pleasure to meet you."