[ Crisis averted! Kind of! In the sense that Sarah was definitely about to get in a fight with some random drunk guy, and now she's not, because (despite Cosima's order) she's turning and limping toward her sister. ]
Cos! [ She can't help it; a big, disbelieving smile's crossing her face, a very un-Sarah-like expression. But holy shit, it really is Cosima. In a tavern. In fuckin' Middle Earth, or wherever this place is. ]
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Cos! [ She can't help it; a big, disbelieving smile's crossing her face, a very un-Sarah-like expression. But holy shit, it really is Cosima. In a tavern. In fuckin' Middle Earth, or wherever this place is. ]