Eames isn't the type of person to be noticed when he doesn't want to be, and while idly casing the perimeter of the jeweler next door, he certainly doesn't want to be. He's coming around one corner, newspaper in hand and a fairly obnoxious straw fedora on his head, when he sees her and stops.

"I'm– sorry, did you just...?" ...shapeshift from a dumpy janitor into blue scaled skin and then into a shapely young lady? He doesn't look afraid or alarmed, or even entirely surprised. There's hesitance to his expression, certainly, but it's warmer. More like fascination.