An' here I was thinkin' 'bout giving Jakarta the blow-by, [ Moneypenny muses, though it's not clear whether or not that's a lie. Unlike Eames, she doesn't make a living off lying (debatable, maybe, given the nature of dreams) so she's less careful with them, wreckless even. It's hard to tell where the posturing ends and the lies (little and white; not so little and pitch black) begin, but it's unpracticed and never deliberate.

Moneypenny clicks her tongue. ] Never happen, not if Eamesie's comin' to town. How 'bout it then, 'ey? First one's on me. For old time's sake 'an all that.