As the door shut behind her and Greg, she started to bound around him; seeming to jump six feet in the air. "Oh my God! Did you hear that? Oh my God! Do you see what it means? Oh my God, oh my God!" She laughed hysterically.
"Molly! Calm down and tell me what you mean!" The Greg that made the helter-skelter comment was now hidden from the outside world; while Molly continued her hyper mood.
"Human error! He said human error!" She definitely seemed insane to Greg.
"Molly, if you don't start making sense, I swear, I will put you in a mental institution!" his mood had obviously nose-dived being in the cold January snow, ice and cold air. Not to mention that the taxis had stopped, due to the fact that the road was a gigantic sheet of ice now.
"Hello? Have you only just met Sherlock Holmes? Human error! Not sentiment!" Molly could see that Greg was confused. "This is Sherlock! Have you not noticed that he says sentiment when it's things like friendship and love for a relation and human error when…" she stopped, only gesturing, allowing Greg to get to the conclusion on his own.
"He says human error when he means love!" Greg jumped almost as high as Molly when he came to that conclusion, "Sherlock loves John?!"
Molly suddenly stopped bouncing and made a big realisation, "What if John doesn't feel the same?" The excitement fled both of them.
"Oh God, he's going to be crushed…" Greg started.
"Yeah. He'll need someone to talk to, I'll be there, he'll start to have a break down, I'll comfort him, our eyes met, realisation like a bolt of lightning striking us and one thing will lead to another and…" Molly became quieter and quieter towards the end.
"What?" Greg asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"What?" Molly asked, startled.
Greg shook his head, "forget it…"
Molly took a breath. It had suddenly become awkward.
"Still… Sherlock likes John… weird…" Greg sighed. Molly only nodded.