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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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[adlered]

Oh. He fell out of a window three times? On accident? Strange. He must have gotten tired of falling out of the window. I would have guessed the brute would have gone at least five times before giving up.

[ here's a little tidbit, lestrade, if irene had her way, that man would have fallen out five times. sure, sherlock could have done his three tosses. but irene would have bullied her way into tossing him two more times. oops. ]

A man disgusted by sex. I'd say that's new, but that's a lie. I promise none of it will make you lose your lunch. It'll hardly even make you queasy.

[legwork]

[ Dry dry dry exasperation. ] Not everyone's got your stamina, Ms. Adler.

[ He holds up a hand, waving it about slightly. ] And disgusted's not the word for it. Used to work vice, before I made inspector. It's been a long while since then and safe to say: they did not make girls like you back then.

[adlered]

[ smug amusement. ] You should tell him to go to the gym more. Or work more often. I heard it does wonders for stamina. Not that perhaps you know the full effects, Inspector.

[ she stares at the hand, contemplating grabbing it before deciding against it since it's not really worth the the effort. ] They never have and never will make girls like me unless I let them. After all, I am The Woman.

[legwork]

[ Fah. "The Woman." Unimpressed! ]

Well acquainted with the literature already. [ small>Lestrade crosses his arms, tucking his hands neatly in the crook of each elbow. ] I'd rather take up a bit of that — what's it called? Ah, right: 'the sudoku'.