[ Okay, nevermind, that skeptical look is back. ] So you think the fact that she wears unnaturally nice clothing to work is nothing compared to some supernatural prowess she must possess. [ Boy, you should meet Arthur. Eames uses his straw to shove the lemon in his water down to the bottom of it, ice clinking against the glass. ]

You have to understand, Mister Orange, unless you've got some sort of proof of an instance that Saya is anything other than a rather eclectic woman with a certain amount of social awkwardness - I have no idea what the Hell you're going on about.