Micah, for all their squishy civilian-ness, is pretty adaptable. You don't start your career doing blind wormhole jumps if you're averse to a little risk. Nor do they mind the close quarters of the pod, cultural sensibilities being what they are. But for all they'd managed not to lose their nerve during the escape, they're not really cut out for being chased by people with guns, and their brain feels like it's rattling around in their skull a bit by the time they finally arrive on Eames's ship.

But now Micah feels like they're close to getting out of dodge, and that eases the anxiety. And it is nice to be able to stretch their legs and move around a little bit. They have dozens of questions for Eames, but it's clear that his full attention needs to be on the matter of their escape and — whatever he's doing now, Micah assumes it's important. Far be it from them to intrude on their rescuer; even the excitable scientist can embody the spirit of patience.

But they momentarily forget all of that when they see Eames shifting and instead exclaim, "How did you do that?"