bare feet patter along wooden floorboards of their shared apartment ; thin digits idly play with the hem of her singlet as her gaze finally lands on her girlfriend.  ❛  ------ cosima ?  ❜ clara’s voice is quiet , just loud enough for the scientist to hear yet not too loud that she’d startle the other woman.  ❛  what are you doing ?  ❜ a delicate hand moves to rest upon cosima’s shoulder , head cocked & expression soft , loving. worried.

❝      stop  telling  me  what  to  do  !       don’t  treat  me  like  a    child    of  two  !      ❞ 

                                   ‘so... what’s science’s stance on aliens?’

it’s benign enough, right? -- tugs the smile onto her lips and allows the loose folding of arms across her chest. it’s less that she cares what science thinks, but it’s like she’s prying open some sort of channel of communication between them that holds inevitable questions: so agent danvers, huh?