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If Mycroft was surprised, Marnie was equally as surprised at how much it put her at ease just to see him. She shot him a relatively blank look and pursed her lips for a moment, frowning and stepping inside.

While she toed off her shoes, she spoke. "No -- well, yes, I was supposed to be, but I told you I'd make it short and yes I do feel like I'm going to puke, thanks, and I doubt I'd make it to the loo but I haven't really eaten anything anyway so you don't have to worry about that, I'd probably just dry-heave and then black out." Because that was a much more tolerable position to be in, of course. Muffins still in hand, she followed him to the living room and then flopped down unceremoniously on one of the couch next to him, tossing the bag of pastry onto the table in the middle.

She was minimally worried about the fact that her actions in the last few minutes hadn't been particularly lady-like -- it had never been her strong suit outside of being graceful in ballet.