Can't complain. I'm officially Inquisition now, with a job and everything. And, uh, Kirkwall's climate is definitely an improvement, so there's that.

[There seems to be so much to say, Cosima doesn't quite know where to begin once she's answered the question. She settles on:]

Did, uh, everything go okay? With your, um. Quest. Job. Thing.

[She is really, really trying not to pry.]