"Someday I'll think of something to trade for a cloak," Cosima says, ruefully. "My friend Scott would love that image. He always, um. He liked adventure stories."

It's a little less weird of a way to put it than trying to create enough context to accurately describe his collect of trade paperbacks and 20-sided dice. She misses Scott, sharply, for all that having Sarah or even Beth would be a little more practical in the help department.

"What brings you here? Before the rain, I mean." She gestures more expansively. "Here-not-Ferelden."