Not psychic, he's just a bit obvious. And it seemed like a good opening gambit. His smile, though Cosima has no clue of the reason for it, is infectious, and she smiles in return. 'Wow, seriously? I grew up by the ocean; I can't imagine living in a desert. Though, well, this is kind of a far cry from the Bay; more like the North Sea or something.' For a moment, her mind wanders curiously down that path, brow wrinkling, and then she snaps back to the present, taking his proffered hand and flashing a grin.

'I'm Cosima, good to meet you.'