"See, you'd be too lazy to be a detective," Auden pointed out to Ira, who wished fervently that she had kept her mouth shut, "I can think of lots of words to describe you, but energetic isn't one of them."
"I am!" Ira shot back indignantly, forgetting, for a moment, the presence of Vincente. "And you wouldn't make a very good detective either, then. You just sit in your room all the time like Mycroft."
Auden shrugged. "I don't want to be a detective," she pointed out, "And anyway, idiot, if I went running around like a crazy person I'd probably have an asthma attack and die, and then you'd be sorry."
Fox turned to Vincente. "They do this all the time," she stage-whispered, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"