[accidental video]

[bloodywelsh]

[Unaware that her mobile is broadcasting, Gwen is at the shooting range for some target practise. Also stress relief. Okay, mostly stress relief, because she's starting to feel caged here on the island and who can blame her for wanting to relax?]

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[bloodywelsh]

[She stares at his hand for a moment before shaking it, not out of rudeness or not wanting to shake it, but...] John.. Watson?

Ah, I'm Gwen Cooper. [Stupid, there are probably loads of blokes named John Watson out there.] Right, of course it makes sense. Sorry, I've been a bit frustrated with this place lately.

[heartofbakerst]

I think we all have. It's been more than a bit bonkers of late. [He flips his ear protection back onto his head and he nods down the lane to the target.]

Try it again. Remember to breathe and focus. It needs to be as natural as anything else you do.

[bloodywelsh]

[She replaces the magazine and then likewise covers her ears back up as she takes her stance; this time more aware of the way she's positioning herself and the way she's holding her firearm. After a couple breaths, she squeezes the trigger once, twice, and a third time. The last two shots overlap the edge of the center of the bullseye.]

[heartofbakerst]

[John nods to himself and smiles at her progress, and then at her. His eyes linger on her perhaps a moment too long before he clears his throat and removes his ear protection.]

Wonderful. You're a very good shot, um... Ms. Cooper, was it? You're a very quick learner. I'm impressed.

[bloodywelsh]

Well, this isn't the first time I've done this, Doctor Watson. I only just stumbled on this range today, though.

[She smiles and nods toward John's pistol, finally giving him a quick once-over as well.] Fancy a turn?

[heartofbakerst]

I've been coming here for about a month, myself. I didn't feel right without my gun.

[He eyes her for a moment, a sort of suspicious look on his face. He reels the target back in and hands it to Gwen before pinning up his own. He flashes her a smile and adjusts his goggles, releasing the safety on his gun.]

I don't remember telling you that I'm a doctor.

[He takes aim and unloads his clip in fairly tight clusters in the head and chest.]

[bloodywelsh]

Is that so.. hmm... [An Englishman attached to his pistol? Military, perhaps? He's not dressed the way she imagines a 19th century fellow ought to be, but she just smiles back at that suspicion and watches him shoot.]

It was a lucky guess. [She looks impressed at his marksmanship as she hooks her ear protection around her neck.] I don't suppose you know Sherlock Holmes?

[heartofbakerst]

[Ah, there it is. Always the same question.] Yes, I do know him. Not quite as much of a gentleman as he comes off in my blog. I've got to make him look somewhat decent, haven't I?

[He laughs a little and reloads his gun, setting it down.]

Say... you aren't.. doing anything after this, are you, Ms. Cooper? you wouldn't perhaps like to grab a drink with me, would you?

[text to: JW]

[worldsonly]

She's married to a lorry driver in Cardiff.
SH

[bloodywelsh]

[She laughs and files this away as something to discuss later with her teammates. So far she hasn't seen any proof that anyone here is fictional, but Sherlock Holmes and John Watson? Interesting.] I'm sorry. You must hear this a lot. I read books about the two of you as a child. But you don't look very... Victorian.

[Sorry, John, but she's utterly fascinated by you, now.]

I haven't got any plans, no. That sounds lovely.

[heartofbakerst]

[John takes a moment to check his mobile, scowling at the screen and looking about for any sign of Sherlock. He had to have been nearby. He just had to. He looks up, however, when she mentions that she'd read them in books of all things.]

Sorry? Oh. Well, I'm still trying to sort all of that out. I've had a few people surprised that Sherlock and I are the way we are. No, I was born in 1971.

[John takes a moment to text Sherlock back and then smiles pleasantly at Gwen.]

How long have you been here? I don't think I've seen you before.

[Text]
How could you possibly
know that?If she were, she
wouldn't be flirting with me.

[text to: JW]

[worldsonly]

How silly of me to forget that you are the deductive genius, not me.
SH

And I didn't say she wasn't adulterous.
SH