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[lightconductor]

If you have a message for me, Dr. John Watson, please leave it here. I shall certainly get back to you as soon as I can.
- JW

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[pointofhonoria]

"Nah I'm with you, and the only soldier in me is whatever my old man passed on. Ain't like shooting someone's my first choice, but sometimes you get charged at by some undead bastard and punching 'im feels like punching a brick wall, so. Y'know."

Johnny absolutely has her beat on willingness to pull a revolver out at any given provocation, but...

"Reckon you're right though, lot of people won't catch that sorta thing, and a good trick up your sleeve's a lifesaver sometimes. 'Course Johnny'll know what it is soon as he sees it, but family knowing's a different matter."

[lightconductor]

"Well, of course Johnny must know. I rather hope I'm not in the position to be using it against him. Perish the thought."

That's... actually rather upsetting to think about.

"I am a straightforward man, but I have ever found it useful to be underestimated, particularly in the sort of work Holmes and I did. Holmes always had a way of attracting all the attention in the room, and it suits me to be unnoticed or dismissed until a key moment. A cane like this... fits with that."

[pointofhonoria]

She hadn't even meant to put that implication out there and flinches at it, because yeah, perish the thought. Except God only knows around here. The shadow of her possession still hangs over her.

"Exactly, should serve you well. Funny, really, Ferrier... for how striking a woman she is, she was always good at attracting exactly as much attention as she wanted to." She leans against a nearby pillar and shakes her head. "...Christ to imagine the two of 'em in the same room. Ha."

[lightconductor]

"Mm. From everything I have heard, the two of them had much in common, and much that was different. I think Holmes would admire her, but it would be a fascinating meeting to witness."

Watson pauses, and gives a little laugh. "Though God help anyone else in the room at the time."

[pointofhonoria]

That gets a huff of a laugh out of Crabb, too. "Right? Fascinating as anything but God's teeth..."

She shakes her head, look on her face fond. What frustration she developed with Ferrier after finding out she'd been withholding information hasn't entirely dissipated, but it feels less and less important the more time that passes. She just... misses her.