[There's a spike of her own irritation as he dodges her, but luckily they're in a situation where she can't dwell too much on how he wasn't being a very nice kitty to her. It's more important, she must grudgingly admit, that he's not being a very nice kitty to the nice octopus man. Almost petulant, she instead dissolves the arm while moving her remaining one to rest across both of Sherlock's more fully, a gooey reminder to not raise the gun.
It's strange to know that she was now being confronted with the cause of her worst moods back then. Even knowing the difficulty, she'd been so spiteful of his reaction when he'd finally managed to bring himself to work. Eventually it was worked through -- at least, she thought. Here it was, getting right back in the way.]
Mr. Holmes...
[...it's not appropriate to say "this sounds like a You problem"... Okay, let her cook on this one a bit more, please continue.]
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It's strange to know that she was now being confronted with the cause of her worst moods back then. Even knowing the difficulty, she'd been so spiteful of his reaction when he'd finally managed to bring himself to work. Eventually it was worked through -- at least, she thought. Here it was, getting right back in the way.]
Mr. Holmes...
[...it's not appropriate to say "this sounds like a You problem"... Okay, let her cook on this one a bit more, please continue.]