[ she lifts her eyes from the book and smiles, something crooked and charming and annoying as Jamie can be. She places a hand over her heart and it's all very dramatic. ]

John Watson, you wound me. Are you not one of finer manners than to ask that of a lady?

[ because, criminal mastermind or not, she does have her manners. she grins, moves back to the armchair. ]

Don't worry, I assure you, by the time Sherlock will come back, I'll be quite gone.