She chuckles darkly at that. But then he would not be Sherlock Holmes without that arrogance. It's almost comforting, in its own way. Familiar.

"Given their choice of tactics, I don't think they're quite that discriminatory about whether they kill you or both of us." Blood dripping down her arm is starting to irritate, to distract, and Irene lets go of the wheel long enough to wipe the worst of it on the skirt of her dress. One more thing to replace.