Santana leaned up against a book shelf just a little to the left of Cosima, laughing at the revelation. Screw Berry. Broad generalizations and jumping to conclusions totally worked sometimes. "Yeah; 'Swhy I'm sort of a bitch to everyone. I mean, yeah, I am normally, and this place freaks me out, but I'm also bored as shit and it entertains me." She shrugged, not remorseful at all. She wished Britt was here. She missed her in general, really, but she could always find ways to keep Santana's attention for hours, and that was outside of the sex.
Which, you know. She totally wouldn't mind, either.
"Jersey, by way of Bumfuck, Ohio. And it's 2011." She was pretty sure Cosima was nearby. The obsession with technology and the (weirdly attractive) dreads gave her away. She was totally a trendy hipster. Again, it was weirdly hot. "Please don't tell me you're from 2050, or something." Because, if so, she could be developing dirty thoughts about her grandaughter, and that was just too much for her."