Sherlock smirked as she gave the threat of the good aim. Yes the soldier may have good aim, but Sherlock knew multiple ways she could disarm the woman before even thinking about pulling the trigger. But that's a secret she would keep just in case something were to happen. "No offense to you. But I have already solved the homicide. All I need to know is why and I'll get that information as soon as the DNA results of that hair comes back to me from the lab." Sherlock hailed a cab and got in, sliding over to make room for Watson. "221 Baker Street please." She said to the taxi driver. Once Watson was in he took off down the road. "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder...." Sherlock said to herself as she thought. "Maybe that's why you feel that you need to carry your weapons around with you at all times. Might I say that maybe carrying a simple pistol would suffice..." She raised a brow at the soldier.