[She's so used to just rolling over and letting other people take advantage of her. No self confidence, that's her problem, but she has a fire in her belly when people hurt the ones she cares about. Not that there are a lot of those, she seems to end up alone more often than not, her closest confidants the corpses in the morgue.
But Sherlock might be dying, and Mycroft is treating it like just another inconvenience. So she stalks after him, darting around the front of him to land a loud and harsh slap to his face.]
Oh--!
[It's like she's slapped herself, coming back to reality with what she's done. Oh God, she just slapped Sherlock's terrifying older brother. She swallows with a mild squeak and then hurries back to John's side, bright red.]
Forget the car, okay? I'll come with you, come on, before they leave us behind.
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But Sherlock might be dying, and Mycroft is treating it like just another inconvenience. So she stalks after him, darting around the front of him to land a loud and harsh slap to his face.]
Oh--!
[It's like she's slapped herself, coming back to reality with what she's done. Oh God, she just slapped Sherlock's terrifying older brother. She swallows with a mild squeak and then hurries back to John's side, bright red.]
Forget the car, okay? I'll come with you, come on, before they leave us behind.