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Irene Adler (makethembeg) wrote in wariscoming,

The first thing she had done upon deciding she needed a plan was pull out her phone (hidden, of course, in her cleavage) and attempt to find a client in America. She had a few, Americans who occasionally spent time in London - but when she tried to call the first an automated voice coolly informed her that she had not enabled her roaming plan. "Blast" she muttered to herself, engrossed in her irritation, until a voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked up.

Then looked up further. Oh, he was a fine specimen of a man. Tall, chiseled, very grabbable hair and was that a Scandinavian accent she heard? She did like Nordic men....so proud, so much fun to break. And if she could have heard his thoughts before he spotted her she'd be even more intrigued - she did love a man who thought he could solve the worlds problem with a weapon and his temper. She'd also be convinced she was in the presence of a complete scizophrenic, but as she wasn't psychic, she was at least safe from that train of thought.

Turning on her most beguiling, innocent smile she said softly "Troubled is certainly the word for it - I've found myself some way from home, rather unexpectedly. And no need to worry about being rude..." she trailed off, adding just a hint of seduction to her eyes before continuing "...you look like exactly the type of prince charming who'd help a damsel in distress."

She scanned him subtly as she spoke, noting the coat, the muscles, the - what was that? A handle of something, surely. Maybe he was a construction worker, and there was a full tool belt hiding under the trench. It would explain the muscles. But the handle looked old - was that leather wrapped around it? Intriguing - maybe she had more in common with this man than was to be expected. Well, this could be interesting..