Jane wanted to pull out the knife she carried and throw it straight at his head. Maybe it would lodge deep in his brain and make him more functional. No one, absolutely no one, had the right to insult her favorite fictional character. Sherlock Holmes had been everything to her growing up. She still watched it religiously, making sure everyone around her knew she was a self proclaimed book snob who thought the books would always be better than any remake. The most recent development in the many series of interpretations had been a movie with Robert Downey Jr in it. Can't complain there, she thought to herself.
"You make fun of it one more time, you'll find yourself tied to those tracks over there, my dear Watson" she told him with a wink. She couldn't help but put herself in a novel setting, fighting crime with her partner, who unfortunately unlike the movie was a stuck up boy and not Jude Law. Even so, she was growing accustomed to him for the short time they had spent together so far.
She pulled out another cigarette and kicked the bench they had been sitting on with her boot. It was getting late, she had shit to do, and this damn bitch of a werewolf was nowhere to be seen. In fact... No trains had come by in a while. She suddenly grew very suspicious and couldn't help but shoot a quick glance around her. She took a slow drag and let out the cloud of smoke quickly, as she paced from one end of the small station to the other. it took her only seconds, considering how small it was.
She threw her cigarette in the tracks and pulled out a piece of gum, chewing it loudly as she walked back to where he was standing. "Watson," she said trying to irk him, "you don't happen to think it's odd that a train hasn't come by in a good twenty minutes? This is London for fuck's sake. There should be one every five or less..." she said starting to pull her gun out. It didn't hurt to be ready.
"Something isn't adding up" she told him as she looked around once more. "She should have come around by now" she told him.