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[legwork]

Just so we're crystal clear—

Having to keep tabs on one Sherlock's bad enough at it is. What on earth makes you think I'd want another one? And no, that doesn't make me his handler, or his sniffer dog. I just— know how he works, alright? And I'll bet you my last fiver he's climbing the walls on that ship.

Besides— you've got enough on your plate already without having to add me to the lot. You can play at cops and robbers in space another time. But right now, I've got work that needs doing and so do you.

So take the advice: let this one go. You've never been good with this side of the law anyway.

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[wealldosillythings]

[She can only imagine. Really, the girl who works with the dead people has it easy, probably]

Anything I can do to cheer you up? [She gives a hopeful shrug. She hates seeing people feeling down or irritated. For the most part, she's an optimist and it usually leads to her trying to offer help] Pray to the mun-gods?

[legwork]

[ Ah, Molly Hooper with her hopeful little smile; Lestrade gives a nod towards it. It makes his own a little less grin. ] Well, that's a start.

[wealldosillythings]

Heh, just don't ask me to throw in any offerings.

[legwork]

Don't worry, hadn't plans to. It's my lot to deal with. [ He nods. ] I'll deal with it.

[ He gives her a glance. ] And what about you? Any plans?

[wealldosillythings]

Oh, me? No, not really. Well, besides dealing with my mun's frustration at finding more icons for me. She's a bit picky, apparently. But besides that, nothing new. Same old me.