[Cosima's been back a few weeks now, and she's gathered a few clothes, but she's decided it's time to properly refill her Thedosian wardrobe. Her current outfit blends at a glance, a loose tunic belted over pants. The fingerless gloves hide her anchor shard, though not her rings. But the glasses are always going to draw some notice; she's not willing to get a native pair at a less precise prescription. And anyone who happens to be from Earth in the right era can clock a pair of Doc Martens when they see them, but well-fitting shoes are worth it in Cosima's opinion.

She's currently considering a stall of cloaks when she glances over and smiles a bit.]

Hey ... I don't think we've met, but I've seen you around the Gallows, right? You must be a new arrival. Finding what you need OK?

[The accent's American, as is (arguably) the demeanor. The friendliness does seem genuine, though.]