She picks up the most on that hint of fear, because it's what she both expects and fears he will feel. It's what she's nearly certain will make him choose to leave her.
She pulls back a little, almost subconsciously, as if in anticipation of being asked to leave.
"I do," she says, her voice strained. "There's a woman named Moriarty. She's the head of an international crime syndicate. We've encountered her before. She hates me, because she's obsessed with Sherlock and because I caught her once. The case we've been working on turned out to be part of her syndicate, and Sherlock and I had been trying to follow the evidence back to her. This..." She lifts her arms slightly to indicate him and the situation. "This is what she does. She doesn't target people directly. She goes after their families. Their friends. People they..."
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She pulls back a little, almost subconsciously, as if in anticipation of being asked to leave.
"I do," she says, her voice strained. "There's a woman named Moriarty. She's the head of an international crime syndicate. We've encountered her before. She hates me, because she's obsessed with Sherlock and because I caught her once. The case we've been working on turned out to be part of her syndicate, and Sherlock and I had been trying to follow the evidence back to her. This..." She lifts her arms slightly to indicate him and the situation. "This is what she does. She doesn't target people directly. She goes after their families. Their friends. People they..."
Her voice catches in her throat.