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Apr. 11th, 2014 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
assistingconsultantAfter the debacle with the zombies, Joan was feeling a bit more careful about what doors she should go through. Again, despite the supernatural existence of the Nexus, she had never considered herself to be in any danger beyond what she faced every day in New York - which was more than she had ever been used to as a doctor, but still something she had come to terms with after Sherlock had come into her life. But now she realized how foolish that was, to have treated the Nexus so lackadaisically.
She had gone back to New York for a bit to work on a case, and when she returned to the Nexus again she wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she didn't think very much had. She was more wary, now, but not prepared to let the Nexus go just yet. There was too much to it for her to fully ignore it, and after all, it wasn't in Joan to get disenchanted by any one thing. There was a reason she had not left Sherlock after she had been attacked by a dirty cop, had stayed on since then beyond the mounting threats. She enjoyed the unexpected; thrived off of it, even.
She had intended to go up to her room and take a nap (it had been another late night and early morning at the brownstone) but once she was back in the hotel she found she wasn't that tired. She began to walk through the halls, looking for anyone she might know in case they'd like to grab coffee. She could use a bit of interaction.
She had gone back to New York for a bit to work on a case, and when she returned to the Nexus again she wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she didn't think very much had. She was more wary, now, but not prepared to let the Nexus go just yet. There was too much to it for her to fully ignore it, and after all, it wasn't in Joan to get disenchanted by any one thing. There was a reason she had not left Sherlock after she had been attacked by a dirty cop, had stayed on since then beyond the mounting threats. She enjoyed the unexpected; thrived off of it, even.
She had intended to go up to her room and take a nap (it had been another late night and early morning at the brownstone) but once she was back in the hotel she found she wasn't that tired. She began to walk through the halls, looking for anyone she might know in case they'd like to grab coffee. She could use a bit of interaction.
