Holmes was not accustomed to paranoia. Such an irrationality had absolutely no place in her heart.
However, if she were pressed, she supposed that her feelings right now, courtesy of the Doctor's reaction, could possibly be linked to them. Vaguely, she assured herself. They were comparable. No more.
"Really, Holmes!"
"I honestly cannot see what you are making such a fuss of, Doctor."
Very well, perhaps her desire to reassert her masculine persona had overtaken her sense slightly when she had utilised her rather... imposing method of waking him. But honestly, she could see no reason he could object to a man entering his room unannounced if he was asleep. Unless he had somehow noticed more about her gender than she had given him credit for, that is. Saying as such (minus certain elements, naturally), she merely received a deadpan look for her trouble.
"Holmes, that is not the issue here."
"Then what, pray tell, is?"
"Normal men do not do so by leaning not three inches away from other men's faces!"
"It worked, didn't it?" An understatement- the moment the man was aware he had leapt up with surprising speed for a wounded man at seven in the morning. She wished she'd thought to time it, actually.
The man simply sighed, and returned to his book, leaving Holmes to her ever so slightly nervous pacing once again as she considered any other reason for his annoyance. After all, they were hardly strangers, she thought distractedly. The only reason she could consider for being so angry at a friends entrance was surely impropriety that implied female compan-
...Friend?