"In my defense, it would have been quick if this guy's handwriting were actually legible without having to guess at every third letter," Cosima says. "Seriously, what do you think that is?" She hands him the notebook, her finger indicating a word that mainly looks like a flourish.

She too had expected them to have progressed past note-deciphering to actually trying to recreate the basic experiment by this point. Still, rushing a job even tangentially related to Fade-touched materials seems like a good way to cause an accident, so she's resisting the urge to start tinkering with the materials laid out on her lab table.