006 -- video;

[jilt]

[ well, irene's in holmes' room again. she's lighting his pipe, the comm balanced on her knee. it's possibly the least careful she's been about her presence here since this whole charade started. ]

It seems my dear Mister Holmes has been taken away. Or perhaps his blasted turkey ate him, I'm not entirely certain. But he's nowhere to be found, and his communicator seems to be inactive. I'm told this means he's vanished along with the rest of the crowd.

[ there's a pause. irene's tone is so bitter and she knows she'd do well to reign it in, but. ]

Damnably rude of him, leaving without a word to anyone.

[ because that's irene's trick, isn't it? there's a pause, and then she turns off the feed. ]

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[jilt]

Was.

[ irene's face hardens, but she doesn't step back. ]

[handelaar]

Is.

[At which point he does her very favourite thing, and snatches at her wrist. Not anything meant to guide or done in panic, either - completely purposeful.]

[jilt]

[ at such a juncture, irene's only reaction is to wrench her arm away, letting the items she was holding fall to the floor. ]

Now, now. Mind your manners, Ned.

[handelaar]

[... oh. He's torn between grabbing for those and grabbing for her, but in the end nothing she drops is as dear as his sketchbook and his arm shoots for hers instead.

Mind his manners? Fuck those.]

[jilt]

[ she should run. she wants to run. sherlocks things are scattered along the hallway and she could always come back for them but would someone take them in the meantime? would he take them? ]

Let go.

[ his fingers are digging into her arm and she twists, expression going vicious. ]