The sound of gunfire is quieter than she'd expected. Either silenced or distance, but Irene turns towards the motel's front office anyway, watching for movement inside just in case the proprietor had heard the shots and felt the need to investigate.
She doesn't see anything, but then the window's shades are half drawn, and turns back to Sherlock, who is staring out at so--
The glint of sunlight off a scope shows her where the sniper is, and Irene's initial response is to raise the weapon in her hand, even as she does, she hesitates. There is no silencer on the handgun, and a shot from this distance would definitely be heard.
Never mind that there was no way she can hit from this range. Still, she keeps it trained on where the wink of light had come from. "You're a target," she snapped. "And I'm in no shape to be dragging you anywhere if you get shot."
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She doesn't see anything, but then the window's shades are half drawn, and turns back to Sherlock, who is staring out at so--
The glint of sunlight off a scope shows her where the sniper is, and Irene's initial response is to raise the weapon in her hand, even as she does, she hesitates. There is no silencer on the handgun, and a shot from this distance would definitely be heard.
Never mind that there was no way she can hit from this range. Still, she keeps it trained on where the wink of light had come from. "You're a target," she snapped. "And I'm in no shape to be dragging you anywhere if you get shot."