"Some... water would be nice." She said. Before John could move, Sherlock was already heading out of the room to get some water from the canteen.

She turned back to John. "Are.. you okay, John? You look upset... I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to get all weak at the knees." She said, feeling guilty about being chosen. "I'm not a fighter, John." She misunderstood his anger.

"I'm afraid that I am going to hole you all back."