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Irene Adler (makethembeg) wrote in wariscoming,

Irene laughed when Lexi started describing how she'd got the ring. "There's no need to explain - I really don't know much about it - just enough to play the part. A wish though? For anything? I almost regret not being here for that." Of course, if she had, she would never have been defeated by Sherlock. Was that a good thing? She wasn't sure.

"So - what are her and her husband then? If their child is so unusual? Or is it incredibly complicated, at which point it should wait for a tea break" She paused when Lexi said Ruby was friends with the man who had killed her. "Definitely complicated."

"I haven't seen the movie, as of yet, but I've read some of the books. They're out of copyright apparently - so really I'm almost as old as you, in concept at least" she smirked.

"Moriarty is...interesting. And dangerous. And as genius and conceited as Sherlock. They're a perfect match for eachother," she continued, slightly bitterly, "and seem to have been in all of their incarnations. But you're right, he's further from the wall than his counterpart."

"What did I do? Only what I was requested to do, mostly." A wry smile crossed her face. "And maybe took a photo or two while I was at it. She was delightful though, it would have been a shame to lose the moment."

This was very strange for her, chatting in this nonchalant way about her life, and life in general. It wasn't something that happened very often, but it was undeniably relaxing, not needing to censor what she said. Perhaps there some advantages to lacking notoriety after all, not that it would last long. "There's always something new to learn, they say, and I doubt that goes away after three centuries. And I have to apologise, but I think I may be naturally cocky"

"Shoe queen, eh? I would love to peruse her collection..."

She walked after Lexi into the shop, looking around with an expert eye for something in her style. Within a few minutes there were several outfits over her arm, and she moved to the fitting rooms to try them on.