"Mystery Brooke" Andraea Moriarty || 30 ||
Outfit || Confused || Sanity - 65%
Mystery's eyebrow immediately rose, turning to Snow. Illegitimate? That didn't seem very Sherlock-y, but she couldn't argue with facts. "Really then?" She asked, her voice a mix of skeptism, sarcasm, and disbelief, half believing it, half thinking he was playing her for a fool. But no, he didn't seem to be. "Now, now, Kit." She said, a hint of teasing her voice, shooting him a small, sly smirk, before turning around. "Well then, hello, Missy." She greeted, setting her cup on the table. "I'm Mystery." She introduced herself, glancing at Selena. She put the gun in the fridge? She supposed that was a good place, except for the fact the fridge wasn't the most child-proof thing in the flat.