The desk currently has the look of a landing place for loose bits and pieces rather than an organised station of work, and the way Marcus is standing behind it rather than seated also suggests some amount of organising and filing as opposed to the business of running a division directly. He must have been at it for a little while, with no lit cigarette anywhere but the scent of smoke lingering, and his coat draped over the chair and his sleeves rolled to beneath his elbows.

He is in the process of unbuckling a scroll case when Cosima appears, drawing his focus and hands slowing but not stopping. Nods in acknowledgment of that logic, loosens the catch, and carefully shakes the contents out onto the desk.

"I'm not busy. Come in."