"Cosima, that's an interesting name." Cecil is one of the less than 13% of the population who can make that statement and have it sound positive. "I can't imagine living not in a desert. Except now I do. It's taken some getting used to." He looks around the beach, focusing on something besides the vast ocean for a change, though of course this landscape is hardly the same as the waking world he's currently evading via sleep. Still, it's a great metaphor for how displaced he feels. That's probably not what it's intended for, though. "I guess if you're used to living by the ocean, New York must feel just as weird."