Her eyes rolled at his 'literal' comment when it came to shooting. As if she'd ever. Even on their worst days, she wouldn't even joke about it. There'd been more than enough shooting in his life, thank you.
For a long moment, she simply watched him. He was finally back on track and she felt like a terrible person for making it even possible that he'd go spiraling back down. Or maybe they were all wrong. Maybe he'd be grateful to have Sherlock back. There was really only one way to know.
"You've been avoiding Sherlock lately. Both of them, I suppose." Though she didn't know the more modern one that well. "And well... I guess I just wondered... What you would do if the Seal brought yours back. The Sherlock from your world. It wouldn't be the first time we lost someone here and they came back, you know?"
Oh, she was going to hell for this. Acting as if it wasn't already fact. As if he wasn't there, posting for the world to see, hiding from John only because his friends had told him to.