She growls in irritation at his contrary reply, and abandons the thought of using the chair. The chair is too heavy to wield one-handed, and if she has to open the door, the mass isn't going to help anyway. She looks around again as the knock comes again, sharper, more insistent this time (though that might be her own imagination), and her eye is caught by the unzipped duffel bag, and the ceramic statue of Mary within.
Not too heavy, but it is brittle, and nearly the length of her forearm. It was better than nothing, and if she were lucky, the impact could shatter the porcelain and blind whoever was coming through the door. She holds it in her right hand, and reaches for the door, eying Sherlock again. She waits, watching him and straining to hear anything from the other side of the door.
When she suspects their visitor is about to knock or force their way through the door, she pulls it open. A second or two would be better than nothing.
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Date: 2012-08-13 05:08 am (UTC)Not too heavy, but it is brittle, and nearly the length of her forearm. It was better than nothing, and if she were lucky, the impact could shatter the porcelain and blind whoever was coming through the door. She holds it in her right hand, and reaches for the door, eying Sherlock again. She waits, watching him and straining to hear anything from the other side of the door.
When she suspects their visitor is about to knock or force their way through the door, she pulls it open. A second or two would be better than nothing.