He's experiencing that sense he gets when he suspects he's stepped out of some social line. His eyes flick to one side to check in with John... Though of course he isn't here.
This one isn't difficult to work out if he applies himself, though -- at least on the surface. She said his name, he expressed confusion, and now she's disappointed.
But this isn't the sort of situation where you can just pretend to be sorry you don't recall a person's name, and she's a teenager who swears at adults and handles hollowpoint bullets; she obviously doesn't care much for social graces (point in her favour). Anyway...
If you're fucking around with me. She'd expected him to be playing a prank.
There's a short, self-conscious pause after she finishes speaking during which all these thoughts pass, and Sherlock realizes he can make use of the apparent familiarity.
"Think I'll pass."
He lets that response breeze out, then looks down at her, looking for eye contact again. Just a hint of a smirk tugging one side of his mouth, like he's having trouble holding it in. Gotcha.
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This one isn't difficult to work out if he applies himself, though -- at least on the surface. She said his name, he expressed confusion, and now she's disappointed.
But this isn't the sort of situation where you can just pretend to be sorry you don't recall a person's name, and she's a teenager who swears at adults and handles hollowpoint bullets; she obviously doesn't care much for social graces (point in her favour). Anyway...
If you're fucking around with me. She'd expected him to be playing a prank.
There's a short, self-conscious pause after she finishes speaking during which all these thoughts pass, and Sherlock realizes he can make use of the apparent familiarity.
"Think I'll pass."
He lets that response breeze out, then looks down at her, looking for eye contact again. Just a hint of a smirk tugging one side of his mouth, like he's having trouble holding it in. Gotcha.