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withmyshieldSharon's incredibly relieved when Cuthbert finally brings the conversation around to wanting to meet her Doctor friend; she's only good at polite conversation for so long, and interrogation probably would have been the next step. Cuthbert is throwing this weird vibe like he's a grizzled old vet and he can't be more than what, twenty five? It's a little unnerving, actually. What kind of fucked up universe could he be from?
The guns are safely wrapped in a pair of t-shirts in her gym bag, safe enough until she can get them back to her room. This is way more important.
She leads the way to John's room first, and he's not there. Sharon grits her teeth and presses on to the lab; she'd been hoping not to run the risk of having to deal with Sherlock, but what's a girl to do? In an unprecedented stroke of luck, however, John's alone in the lab, playing with his phone.
"Doctor Watson, I presume." A crappy joke, and it's definitely not the first time she's said it. "Got a patient for you if you can take a break."
The guns are safely wrapped in a pair of t-shirts in her gym bag, safe enough until she can get them back to her room. This is way more important.
She leads the way to John's room first, and he's not there. Sharon grits her teeth and presses on to the lab; she'd been hoping not to run the risk of having to deal with Sherlock, but what's a girl to do? In an unprecedented stroke of luck, however, John's alone in the lab, playing with his phone.
"Doctor Watson, I presume." A crappy joke, and it's definitely not the first time she's said it. "Got a patient for you if you can take a break."
