Self-locked.
[Swift, orderly. Irene's natural accent is on the border of Irish- American; it comes across rather thick, turn of the last century Brooklyn. Iris is native to Kentucky, but her default is a faint British, London tone thanks to her self-education there. The two shift back and forth several times in the course of the recording.]
Notes to self.
One: find out everything about the man Jonathan. I can hope Moriarty has no power here, but I don't know for sure. He will use the man regardless, and if he is here so is his employer. Two: the jobs are better now, start putting money away. Might need it if you -- I -- need to run. [She is puzzled by her own split there, where the two divide, but brushes past it.] [Brookyln.] Two: stop making your affection so obvious. It was dangerous then and its dangerous now. Leave Eliot be, avoid the doctor. You are perfectly capable of living alone, and the woman Ella will provide good cover. [Shifting toward London.] Three: find some [a pause, she rubs her forehead] female support about that man and what he did. Do something about this skittishness, I'm ineffective at present and I can't afford it. [Firmly Brooklyn.] Four: It's too late to change my intentions toward Mr. Holmes, but if I am careful I think I can keep him from doing anything too foolish or getting hurt. I must convince him to keep the doctor with him on the moons. Perhaps feign some difficulty of health. [Shifting from syllable to syllable, but opening into Eastern Kentucky toward the final phrase.] Do not tell them about Moriarty. Give Jonathan whatever he likes to keep it silent.
[Quietly.] They will not understand.
[There is a long pause. She sighs, shifts, and there's enough material to make that obvious.]
[Purely Brooklyn, even Irish.] And Christ, woman, buy some fecking decor.