Joan blinks and raises her eyebrows when Moriarty's foot touches hers. She pulls her foot back instead of kicking Moriarty's away. She could almost swear the woman was hitting on her, and that's not what Joan was expecting.

"Towel folding," Joan repeats. "I can't help but think that someone with your mind would find that a little stifling. And that someone with your pride in your work would want the name you've built for yourself sullied by some rogue agents."