The corner of her mouth lifts slightly, the beginning of a faint smile in spite of herself. That was nearly the exact response she had expected; Sherlock Holmes was far from the type to coddle in any circumstances. He hadn't said anything that she had not already said to herself dozens of times over. Irene Adler had gone over her escape route in her mind multiple times, beginning to end, during her imprisonment in the small, dark cell. The changes she could have made to avoid detection were obvious now, but there was no point in thinking on them any longer.
"It certainly wasn't part of the plan."
Her fingers tighten their hold around her cup and Irene bends her head to take another slow sip. A sore place on her back gives a quick throb of pain, but she makes no sound to show it. Her eyelids flicker to a brief close, and her expression is as it was before when she lowers the cup again.
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The corner of her mouth lifts slightly, the beginning of a faint smile in spite of herself. That was nearly the exact response she had expected; Sherlock Holmes was far from the type to coddle in any circumstances. He hadn't said anything that she had not already said to herself dozens of times over. Irene Adler had gone over her escape route in her mind multiple times, beginning to end, during her imprisonment in the small, dark cell. The changes she could have made to avoid detection were obvious now, but there was no point in thinking on them any longer.
"It certainly wasn't part of the plan."
Her fingers tighten their hold around her cup and Irene bends her head to take another slow sip. A sore place on her back gives a quick throb of pain, but she makes no sound to show it. Her eyelids flicker to a brief close, and her expression is as it was before when she lowers the cup again.