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"I'm sure he thinks he's just fine rotting in the sanctum of his mind." Speaking from experience, perhaps. Coffee it is and he will pull out a cup, pour. Joan made it. He makes god awful coffee. It's like drinking gritty piss, really. One of the many reasons she is not allowed to leave.

Anyway. The cup is placed on the table and he unfolds a hand to motion he toward the chair across from the one his hand had steadied on.

Okay, that was a bit more than irritating. "I doubt that's what's happening here, Mr. Holmes." Her tone changes slightly, is a bit more sharp. She sits, crossing her legs, pursing her lips. "Thank you." She takes a sip of the coffee. Not what she was used to, no, but deccent all the same.

"Perhaps tomorrow at three?"

He leans back against his chair and watches for a second. People don't just want to talk to Sherlock. No one except Joan and Joan just wants to talk to Sherlock because she thinks that him reliving his memories is going to make chemical dependence disappear from the recesses of his mind (which it wont, by the way).

"I've upset you," he seems to almost be questioning it, but. Nevertheless seems to also be inquiring why and more so why she decided to come bother him to meet with Tony stark. It couldn't have been a case. She would have been more urgent in her proposal.

Keep your composure, Pepper--maybe he was more like Tony than she thought. She was here on buisness, and that alone. So why was he so concerned about how she was? He clearly had things to get done as well, so getting to the bottom of things as quick as possible seemed like the best solution. She stays silent for a second, thinking upon how to respond.

Of course he upset her-she was Tony Stark's girlfriend. And no matter how often he complained she tortured him somehow, she wouldn't let him suffer alone in this 'sanatorium' or whatever he assumed she was leaving him in. She may not be as smart as him, but she sure as hell wasn't leaving him alone to rot. That was insulting to her.

"That has nothing to do with the topic at hand, Mr. Holmes."

Business to get her boyfriend a playdate? Seemingly the end goal as far as he could tell which amused him just a little. He rubs a hand under his nose and over his lips before letting it flop down. He didn't send her here at all, did he. Wonder how impressed he'll be with her decision (sarcasm).

"Three it is." But he never did suggest that she was leaving him there, Tony. She was doing the opposite, trying to help, and like Sherlock (he can only assume) Tony will be annoyed but in the end grateful.

She smiles, the smile of someone who's just gotten their way. "Thank you, Mr. Holmes."

She takes out a pen, writing it down on a planner. Hopefully Tony will enjoy the encounter--he needed more friends, really. She writes down something on a scrap piece of paper, handing it to the detective. "Here, a reminder. I wrote my number on it in case you run into another case before then." Standing, she offers a hand out to shake. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Holmes."

Oh, he knows that smile. He's seen it before and he's worn it before but it's hardly the maker of a challenge being hat he is, most honestly, interested.

When she hands out the paper, he takes it between the tips of two fingers and looks it over. Unconcerned, for the moment, of what it said. More interested in what her writing style said about her. Sliding it in half he rises and grasps her hand. Firm, one shake. A short nod.

"And you,"a calm about him as he even offers to see her to the door.

It's neat and precise, the note. Ever so slightly girly as well, medium sized handwriting. She smiles politely at him, walking quickly to the door with him in tow,a feeling of professionalism about her. She stops at the door to readjust herself before putting a hand on the door.

"Goodbye, and thank you again. Do you need a ride to get there tomorrow, by any chance?"

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