She rubs the back of her neck, absently. "Neither, exactly. It's, um. I've been here for more than two years, and I've seen a lot of people come and go. But I haven't seen anything to convince me that they can send us back on purpose, or that we can control how that works. Maybe that'll change one day, or maybe I'll go involuntarily, but I can't plan for that."

Cosima shrugs, a bit. "No one knows, yet, how long one of us might be here. But I think my time is better spent assuming I might stay than hoping I might go and not having anything to do about it."