[It's an off hour in the dining hall—either too early or too late for the bulk if Riftwatch's company to be taking their midday meal—, which makes the sudden intrusion into Cosima's space that much more abrupt.

Thump! The great stack of papers being dropped to the table precede a young woman sliding into the seat opposite her by a mere fraction of a second.]

You're Miss Niehaus, correct? Wysteria Poppell, Research Division. I'm embarrassed to say it, but I can't recall if we spike much at all when you were here last. Here, please fill this out for my files. You might also include any notable remarks you have about the in between time. What you recall from how you left and from when you were away. We have so little information on the subject and I should very much like some reference material on file.

[Wysteria peels a few pages off the top of the stack and passes them across. It's a slightly edited questionnaire.]