Seriously? Don't suppose you've met someone identical to me, save for the dreads and glasses and not being nearly as cool?

( Helpfully, she indicates Cosima's height with her hand, which is not only unhelpful over the network, but also the same as her own. Go figure. ) Californian, total nerd in the best way? Pavlovian response to the sound of wine bottles being uncorked?

( Just waiting for Cosima to turn up and punch her shoulder, tbh. ) If it makes you feel better, I was a crime fiction editor. Should probably go back to it, honestly.