[ Irene smirks with an amused huff most likely in agreement. It's true, even Sherlock would. But eventually she turns, watching him for a moment before following over toward her desk. She stands beside him and leans around his arm -- perhaps still too close for his comfort. However, her eyes are drawn down at the map. They were headed east of Port Elizabeth, back toward the Indian Ocean. She was wagering that a trip to the Caribbean was in store. Though it was still too early to tell. Thankfully she had a reliable navigator now. ]
Ah, that wasn't so difficult, was it? [ she returns the knife to its groove in the desk. no more playing dirty -- just play. ] But thank you, dear. I'll let my men know.
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Ah, that wasn't so difficult, was it? [ she returns the knife to its groove in the desk. no more playing dirty -- just play. ] But thank you, dear. I'll let my men know.