Irene recognizes the woman's cry of pain, but before she has time to connect it to a certain British diplomat with a penchant for knives, she swings the statue at the woman's face with full force.

The statue shatters spectacularly, and the woman staggers back, crying out. Irene barely notices that a shard of broken ceramic had left a jagged line down her arm, her attention on the spinning path of the gun Sherlock had kicked out of the woman's hand.

She dives for it.