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[Irene trails her fingers over the photographs on the desk, picking one up to take a closer look at it. She studies the serious face of the little girl in it and then sets it back down in the faint dust free spot she got it from. Detective Donovan doesn't seem to put much store in housekeeping, but Irene sees this as a trait that might come in handy. If she's willing to shirk one duty, maybe there are others as well.

She moves to the sofa and sits down, drawing her legs up beside her on the seat. She props her head up with her hand on the armrest and sighs lightly. She expected her company almost an hour ago and while she prides herself on being patient when she needs to be, there is only so much snooping one can do. She pulls out her phone and distracts herself for a moment by sending a text.

She looks up only at the sound of a key in the lock and smiles. She waits until Sally's stepped inside before she speaks, breaking the silence of the apartment.] I made myself at home. I hope you don't mind.

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[It's a risk to surprise any kind of law enforcement in their own home. From what Sally knows of this woman, Ms Adler is the kind to enjoy a dangerous risk. She recognizes the face, even in the dim light of the lamp she generally leaves on when not at home.]

Does this look like a hotel to you? [Sally's way of saying that she minds very much. Though she doesn't draw her gun, she leaves the shoulder holster on, even as she lays her jacket across the back of a chair.]

...I didn't think you'd remember me. [She'd been assigned an undercover job once, following this woman around a night club. Sally had seen a lot more than went into her report, but she hadn't seen anything particularly criminal.

That was long before Ms Adler had become a person of particular interest to Holmes and Holmes, and by default, Lestrade.]