How long do I wait, then? Until Watson's gone off and done something stupid, too? [She hesitates, careful not to press too hard.] Until Sherlock gets himself killed another time--and not the one that earned him a spot on the obituary yesterday. I'm intended to care about these people.

[Rosamund grunts in frustration, running her hands through her hair.] I don't know 'Hawkins and his crew'. I don't even know who falls into the category of "his crew", beyond Hawkins. I don't even know who Hawkins is.

I didn't call you to be deferred to a different bunch of perfect strangers. I called you because we've spoken, as far as I can tell, and at least I know when you take risks you know how calculated they are.