"And the addiction to vests, but I think that's leaning more towards the butch crowd." She said, picturing Mr. Schuester and the outrage that her comment would evoke. He might actually give and give her detention for that one. She smirked, fond smile painting her face at the though. It would be totally worth it.
Santana shrugged, finally walking over to the woman. Cosima? Weird name. It kind of fit her, though. Spacy and weird totally seemed like her thing. "Apparently whoever brought us here are afraid we'll get too smart. But, shit. They could have at least chipped in for Netflix. I am bored as hell." She glanced around the wide area, as if she could find something interesting in the old, dusty building.
"Santana. Been here for a week; hating every second of it. So, Cosima. Is that, like, a family name, or are your parents just hippies?"