For his part, Wilson would be closer to characterizing the City Olivia's way than Eames'; his own experiences have left him feeling a bit less magnanimous about the deities, and whatever other entities they may or may not answer to. However, he's certainly more open to alternative theories than most, and after being here so long, he's found enough of a bright side to hang onto - even if he doesn't trust much as far as the City itself is concerned. (If only he knew what awaited him back home, he might be happier here.)

He's hardly surprised at Olivia's assertiveness, of course. From even their first, most basic interactions, it was an immediately apparent trait.

"Well, I was going to issue a staffwide bulletin, but thought the better of it." It's sass, sure, but it's not the biting variety, and he does offer a small smile and add in a far more earnest tone, "No. I haven't told anyone."

Though any interesting results may, of course, warrant sharing. He can think of at least one person who'd be interested in any puzzle that might present itself. At the tap, he does glance to Eames with one slightly quirked brow, that slight smile still in place, and gives a slight incline of his head to indicate the direction in which he steps a moment later.

"We do have a reservation to keep. The automated staff hate it when schedules get thrown off."