"Whoa," Cosima said, hands raised the instant she registers someone coming at her with a sword, and going down only slowly after the woman puts it away. "Um." It takes a second to register that she's been asked a question.

"Oh. Uh, maybe? I'm not doing anything particularly important to anyone other than me. I thought this place didn't belong to anyone in particular?" Cosima sounds vaguely apologetic. It's the kind of day she's been having. She's probably pulling the Thedas equivalent of poison ivy, while she's at it.