[She's caught in the familiar cross of what is working with Sherlock, and by 'working with', she means being in his general vicinity as he accomplishes tasks. The crossroads being between curiously enthralled in watching him work and gleaning what she can from it, and being utterly bored.
She isn't sure why she came, actually that's a lie, yes she is. And now she's been tasked to sit in his vicinity, in silence, for a reason she can't discern. Which is why his voice, when it finally comes, startles her]
Oh! Yes...Okay.
[And she's hurrying to grab one from the work table and handing it to him]
no subject
She isn't sure why she came, actually that's a lie, yes she is. And now she's been tasked to sit in his vicinity, in silence, for a reason she can't discern. Which is why his voice, when it finally comes, startles her]
Oh! Yes...Okay.
[And she's hurrying to grab one from the work table and handing it to him]