"Thank you." She takes the jar, though she makes it a slow, fluid movement. The woman seems like a bad choice of person to startle.

"Um, yeah, I came through a Rift a few weeks back. So they tell me, at least; I didn't know anything about Rifts or the Fade until I arrived. Definitely not on purpose." She starts working the salve into her skin. "I'm Cosima."

In fairness, Cosima's demeanor is the opposite of dangerous, especially at the moment. She feels a bit foolish, but not so much so that she's going to give up the project entirely. (Gloves, next time, if she can somehow get a pair.)