"Yes, I am Jessica Watson. I was wondering what kind of assistant were you looking four? Your message was rather vage.." The smaller woman said as she looked over Sherlocks shoulder, she also sighed as the woman threw papers to the side. "I was hoping you could tell me more of what you wanted from a assistant." She said, wondering what she could be seraching for in the mess of papers that she had laying on the desk.<br/><br/>What Sherlock had said to her self was all true, she had been shot in the leg yet refused anyone to see that she was weak. Even if that ment she had to go through a bit of pain so she wouldn't have to use a cane. Though she doesn't let people see her pain, doesn't mean she won't open to people after they get close.<br/><br/>When the woman stood up with whatever she was getting, Watson took a step back and study the woman. There was no clear way to tell what she was holding, or in fact what she was thinking. "So umm, what is that? And you a haven't answered my question yet.." She said, inserting what the woman was doing.