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The woman drummed her fingers against the desk and frowned. She had expected Sherlock to turn up - Moriarty without Sherlock was a world without sense - but she hadn't expected the lack of recognition. Having read through the message board thoroughly, she did understand that people from any world and any time could be pulled through the mysterious "seal", but it hadn't occurred to her that he would arrive from before their meeting.

She still hadn't decided whether she was happy about the situation or not. As she had said to Moriarty - Jim, she reminded herself, if he was going to call her Irene she was determined to call him Jim - she had a chance to start over. But it smarted that he didn't know what he'd done to her, how thoroughly he'd crushed her. Still though. No doubt she'd soon do something to put herself in his path, and this time she wouldn't make the same mistakes. Although she did hope for a chance to smack those glorious cheekbones again. Hard enough to bruise.

An email told her Jim had replied to her latest message, and she smiled as she read the contents. Excellent. Funds were on the way, and the sooner all the equipment needed was acquired, the sooner this place could be left behind.

She sent a quick note to Lexi and headed down to the lobby to meet "T*Rock", who turned out to be a scared looking, rather respectable young man with a delightful envelope of notes for her. A brief period of teasing and the hand over was done with, and she headed back to her room to change for the shopping trip. She'd bought a few passable items of clothing in Walmart with her gift card - they really were well prepared for new arrivals, and she had to admit that their generosity was surprising - so she pulled on tight black leggings, a soft black polo neck and knee high black boots. Hair in a severe top knot, make up muted but perfect, she checked the boards one last time then headed back downstairs to meet Lexi.