"It tends to be like that for some." She acknowledged. She drew as close to the railing as the safety sensors and bars would allow and produced a tin of mints. Taking one she popped it into her mouth and squirreled away the tin without offering one to Garrus.

"Of course Sherlock doesn't make anything easy other then disliking him. He seems to beg that of all he interacts with. Even his so called allies and friend."

She said friend because she was convinced the only person in this world Sherlock trusted completely was John.