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moneypenny. ([personal profile] deskjob) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2012-11-25 08:49 pm (UTC)

( that was lucky, and she knows it. a fracture of a second later, slower, and that bullet might have hit her. she gives herself this: one moment to breathe — exhale, inhale, steady — and she's on her feet again, heart beating wildly but her composure undamaged.

of course he's playing mindgames, and of course she recognises it. they train for situations like these; the recognition makes it easier not to let it get to her. she may have unwittingly helped him, but that, too, had been chance more than anything. some things you cannot control, and eve is trying to let go of those things. focus on what she can change, what she can control, which is her reactions, her own actions if not always their consequences.
) I'd say that you're welcome, but I'd be lying.

( she can see his movement, can just barely make it out in the play of light and shades. she doesn't have a shot. )

Do you have anyone who'd be angry with you? ( because two can play this game. ) Anyone who cares?

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