Excerise is good for you! [Open!]

[keep_surviving]

While Diana was never one for overly exercising, usually doing just enough to keep herself in her wonderful curved shape, she did see that the whole ‘clears your mind’ thing was somewhat accurate. 

And her mind felt very crowded. Plus, she couldn’t argue the disadvantages of being in top physical condition when the ship went to heck for the millionth time.

So, she deck out the sensorium into her own gym. A bit of running, then maybe some swimming with Jinx if she texted her to come over.   

True, by the end of this day she’d most likely be over worked, sore and far too tired, but that almost meant she’d want nothing more than to drift into a dreamless sleep without any weight of past event or futures worries. 

Provisions had recently discovered the wonders of sky dancing and so spent him time diving and twirling in the air high above Diana’s head, apart from when she was shooting, then he would peck at the ground near her feet to avoid the possibility of stray bullets.

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[keep_surviving]

"Well then, Sherlock definitely suits you. It's unique and that's so you, you know, freaky, there's a whole upper class, well off sound to it which totally explains the whole 'I'm better than everyone else' vibe that's coming off you. And come to think of it that also gives off a kinda smartass impression and I bet you're a smartass, aren't you, Sherlock?"

Diana was smirking all the way through that. The crow on her shoulder gurgled in a way that sounded like giggling then croaked loudly. "Smartass!"

[on_your_nerves]

Sherlock only continued to look amused and yes, slightly annoyed, but also just a bit delighted. He loved meeting people that had their eyes open, truly open, to the sorts of things he saw that others often didn't. It happened so rarely.

"What facts and observations do you have supporting your deductions?"

If she had some, he'd actually be impressed. If she was just going by instinct, he'd be less impressed.

[keep_surviving]

"The way you talk, how you carry yourself, that expression on your face. It's all pretty clear." She teased, stepping closer to the tall man and looking at him. Her confidence was clear, despite her age, Diana was totally aware of what she had to work with and what was within her control.

"But why do you need me to tell you things about yourself when I'm sure you've at least got most of yourself figured out?" Her upturned pretty face had a smile that was more of a smirk spread across it. "Or maybe you don't?"

[on_your_nerves]

"Very ambitious for a first meeting--trying to understand a stranger's entire psyche," Sherlock said, clasping his hands behind his back.

"But then, you would need to, wouldn't you; something's got you spooked. You're attentive to your surroundings--over-attentive, perhaps even paranoid. That suggests that you came from a situation where you needed to be. Yet you've put effort into your appearance--not much, because you don't need to--but some. Odd, for someone who came from situation where they had to be paranoid--unless you consider your appearance an asset, perhaps? Many do. Or maybe you just enjoy your luxuries when you have them?"

[keep_surviving]

Diana arched an eyebrow at him, looking-- Amused? Impressed? Cynical? Something.

Then she gave soft, short laugh that seemed more mocking than anything else and shook her head. "Well, if I needed an observation for you being a smartass, there it was."

Provisions gurgled on her shoulder.

[on_your_nerves]

"It's more the former half than the latter," Sherlock corrected. It wasn't that he was incapable of being an ass (he frequently was) but in this instance, he'd been rather well-behaved. "If I'm intelligent, is there any reason at all that I shouldn't use my intelligence?"

[keep_surviving]

"Of course not. Intelligence is very underestimated. And something I much prefer, afterall--" Diana gestures to her own pretty, but lithe body. "--I'm not exactly a posterchild for 'brawn'."

[on_your_nerves]

"Surprisingly few people are. That doesn't stop them from entirely neglecting the use of their brains."

He seemed pleased by her sentiments in regards to intelligence.

[keep_surviving]

"But don't you think that gives people who do use their brains a better advantage?"

The crow on her shoulder tried to tuck one of the runaway strands of hair that had escaped her messy bun back into place like it was organizing a nest, but it just continued to slip out again. After several more tries Diana just removed the hair tie and shook her long, dark hair out of the bun, making the bird move onto grooming the strands near her ear with delicate precision.

"Whats the point in having brains if you can't show it off?"

[on_your_nerves]

"Precisely." Somebody else got it. "Of course, the average person hates it, despises anything remotely different from them. How dare someone else use their natural gifts and make them feel inadequate."

[keep_surviving]

Diana smirked. "Well, too bad for them. Because I find using my natural gifts far too fun."

Her head tiled at him, slowly and deliberately. "And I bet you're the same."

[on_your_nerves]

Sherlock's mouth quirked just slightly.

"I'm a consulting detective," he said. "When the police are unable to solve difficult crimes--which is lamentably often--they call me in to solve them." He looked upward as if just remembering something. "Or I should say, they called me in, past tense. The end of the world put a slight crimp in my doing my work for the Yard, and even before that, I was made to look like a fraud and fake to the general public by an enemy."

[keep_surviving]

"Wow, a detective. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer I called you 'P.I.'?" She taunted, taking a sip from her water bottle.

"That whole thing sounds totally amazing." The sarcastic lift to her voice was small, but in no way hidden. "Is it that rare is your world for people to be generally horrible to each other? Because, it pains me to bring this to your attention, but where I came from it happened alot."

[on_your_nerves]

"Hardly rare, of course, but that doesn't make the reality of it any less...unpleasant. As for it happening in your world, I suppose that would explain the survival instinct--the acute awareness of your surroundings."

A pause. "By the way, I never did get your name."

[keep_surviving]

Diana waggled her finger at him in a scolding manner, as if their ages had suddenly been reversed. "Now, now, Sherlock. Didn't you know? All girls are like that." That playful smirk was on her face again.

"It's Diana." She stroked along Provisions beak. "And you know his name."

[on_your_nerves]

"Starvation was that much of an issue where you're from, I gather."

She named it Provisions after all. Tongue-in-cheek dark humor.

[keep_surviving]

Something flashed across Diana's face for the briefest moment but she quickly regained her composure.

"You could say that." She shrugged. "But I like to keep my business, my business."

[on_your_nerves]

"Perfectly understandable."

He looked back at the track.

"Well, I'll leave you to your exercise. It was..."

Mildly unpleasant, somewhat fascinating.

"...diverting, meeting you."

That was possibly a compliment.

[keep_surviving]

Diana met the compliment with another smirk. "Thanks, sweetie. It was a thrill to meet you too."

"Sweetie!" The crow on her shoulder echoed.

[on_your_nerves]

The look on Sherlock's face was indeterminable but no less amused as he walked away.