Venus usually has an agent do her negotiating, and for a moment, the facade of extreme competence falls as she considers if she's erred. It's easy to miss, a slight inhale over her teeth as she breathes tight, but it's there. Enough for Sherlock to catch and enough for her to notice.

She must be falling apart, she thinks.

"You try to be dramatic and captivating after a few weeks eating nothing but dry cinnamon rolls, hot shot." The corners of her mouth tighten. "So your arrangement is what - I bring down the whale, you camp out there, I don't kill you and you come running to me if anyone sneaky shows up?"