"Must be tiring," she said, sliding her hands over his shoulders. "Always being such a leader." she smirked up at him. "They might." she didn't know his story, his friends, his crew, and she knew it was just s likely that they wouldn't like her, but she didn't dwell on what if's and maybe's. That wasn't Ginger's style.
She listened patiently as he explained everything about this guy, this apparent facetwin. She didn't know the Sherlock that had been here, but she'd heard about it, about Moriarty nd his reign of insanity, how Katherine had been his vampire guard-dog, how John Watson lost his absolute best friend for the second time. She couldn't imagine it. But his man who claimed to be Sherlock shared a face with someone Kirk knew. Someone who Lawrence didn't need in ther midst if he was right. "I hope you're wrong this time," he said, laying her cheek against his chest. "It's not bad, you know. To be wary when facetwins come through." she frowned, thinking of the way Jerry had deceived them all. "They read back sometimes. Trick you. If he's lying, he truth will come out."
She tensed as he talked about dying, memories of her own brutal death flashing through her mind. "You died?" she frowned, tilting her head up to look at him.