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Sherlock makes a large sweeping gesture with both arms, in response to which Joan raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms, leading Sherlock to mime something that might have had something to do with a book before pointing at a nearby window, to which Joan points out the same window, then up, then down, then out the same window again, then makes a gesture like she was pulling laces tight, and then points sort of diagonally down, at which point they both make exactly the same expression that looks annoyed, exhausted, and done.
"Do you have any idea what they were just saying," one of Marcus' colleagues leaned over to ask him, "or why they didn't just cross the room to actually talk?"
"To the first, not a clue," Marcus answered without looking away from where the two consultants had now pulled out their phones and were texting at lightning speed, "and as for the second, they were fighting so the Captain told them they could either leave or stay on opposite sides of the room; unfortunately, he forgot to tell them they had to stop arguing."