Thor walked into Irene's home, bloodied and slightly scorched. He clutched a fist-sized stone, a ruby, in his hand as he fell face-first onto the sofa. He figured he had been quiet enough not to wake her in the middle of the night... Perhaps until the crash - it depends on how heavily she was sleeping.
Irene heard the movement downstairs and she grabbed the closest thing she could find to wield as a weapon. It ended up being her faithful riding crop and it made her feel slightly safer. She placed socks on her feet to muffle her movements as she edged silently through her home. The Woman could never be too careful as she was currently hiding in plain sight from Moriarty.
Her eyes widened when she saw the familiar blond hair and the crop fell from her loosened grip onto the floor. Irene wasn't sure if she was dreaming, so she cautiously crept closer to him and sat elegantly beside him, studying him. It had been a while since she had last seen him.
