Fashion show? Dude, I'm just figuring out what to wear, it's not like you've gotta watch. Some of us don't follow some weird suburbia uniform.

[It's an immature retort and Cosima knows it. But she's agitated and tired and anxious (though she won't admit it) and being cooped up in this tiny apartment isn't helping. She pushes her hand against her forehead with a sigh.]

Sorry. Look, I'm just getting stir crazy here. I can't be the only one.