[Too late. It's before night sirens, so Sherlock takes his motorcycle instead of using the shadows. It's a little slower, but he's there quickly enough. As he dismounts, he surveys the street subjected to Jennifer's tantrum. The damage is-- well, it's damage. A few tossed cars, a few new potholes. People had fled the scene, so she was easy enough to find. Not that she wasn't normally.]
Bit of an expensive form of therapy.
[Even though it's his typical wry nature, Sherlock's anger is still evident in his tone and his posture. So there's really no point in telling her she shouldn't be angry either.]
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Bit of an expensive form of therapy.
[Even though it's his typical wry nature, Sherlock's anger is still evident in his tone and his posture. So there's really no point in telling her she shouldn't be angry either.]