Their passage across the water was devoid of speech, but that didn't mean Irene allowed herself to relax. She remained still and silent during the first part of the trip, only moving to ensure their bags and supplies were secure, her eyes shifting between the shoreline and the lines of his profile in the darkness. More than once she had been in a position to leave one place for another, and she was no stranger to the importance of getting to the new location without detection, following a carefully placed together plan to do so. This would be one of the handful of moments in her life where Irene Adler did exactly what was asked of her without question. The strangeness of the concept was not lost on her, rather it was wholly dismissed. The most important thing was for them to get to whatever destination Sherlock had in mind.
When they are on solid ground again, Irene looks back in the direction they came. There is nothing, no indication they are being pursued, and she did not expect there to be. No doubt there are other pieces of this plan in place behind them as well as ahead on their path, all meticulously laid out to give them the best possible chance at escape. A brief surge of admiration pulses through her and she allows it to show in the lift of her mouth when Sherlock's back is turned, taking care of the Zodiac and oars.
In the protection of the night she follows to the Four Runner and slips into the passenger seat, pulling the door to a tight close behind her. Sherlock has taken care of their supplies, and it occurs to her that he has requested as little assistance from her as possible during their flight. She doesn't think it has anything to do with his belief in her capabilities, rather that he is moving from one step to the next of a carefully laid plan. He may have planned this out weeks, months in advance, and something about that realization brings another quick surge of emotion in her chest.
When the Four Runner merges onto the road, Irene Adler allows herself to take in a full breath. She's not naive, she knows they aren't safe yet, but they are making progress through the night and the tarmac is far behind them. It is a far better situation than she had thought possible. She curls her legs up beside her on the seat and watches the outside world rush by, all dark shadows and shapes.
There's no need for her to say anything right now. Time for that will come later.
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Their passage across the water was devoid of speech, but that didn't mean Irene allowed herself to relax. She remained still and silent during the first part of the trip, only moving to ensure their bags and supplies were secure, her eyes shifting between the shoreline and the lines of his profile in the darkness. More than once she had been in a position to leave one place for another, and she was no stranger to the importance of getting to the new location without detection, following a carefully placed together plan to do so. This would be one of the handful of moments in her life where Irene Adler did exactly what was asked of her without question. The strangeness of the concept was not lost on her, rather it was wholly dismissed. The most important thing was for them to get to whatever destination Sherlock had in mind.
When they are on solid ground again, Irene looks back in the direction they came. There is nothing, no indication they are being pursued, and she did not expect there to be. No doubt there are other pieces of this plan in place behind them as well as ahead on their path, all meticulously laid out to give them the best possible chance at escape. A brief surge of admiration pulses through her and she allows it to show in the lift of her mouth when Sherlock's back is turned, taking care of the Zodiac and oars.
In the protection of the night she follows to the Four Runner and slips into the passenger seat, pulling the door to a tight close behind her. Sherlock has taken care of their supplies, and it occurs to her that he has requested as little assistance from her as possible during their flight. She doesn't think it has anything to do with his belief in her capabilities, rather that he is moving from one step to the next of a carefully laid plan. He may have planned this out weeks, months in advance, and something about that realization brings another quick surge of emotion in her chest.
When the Four Runner merges onto the road, Irene Adler allows herself to take in a full breath. She's not naive, she knows they aren't safe yet, but they are making progress through the night and the tarmac is far behind them. It is a far better situation than she had thought possible. She curls her legs up beside her on the seat and watches the outside world rush by, all dark shadows and shapes.
There's no need for her to say anything right now. Time for that will come later.