The comm room was Sherlock's haven. Not many people bothered coming in here so she had it all to herself for long stretches of time. Everyone had some place like that though. Unlike some she didn't bar people from coming in. She didn't have her own workstation set up though. And she'd made a point to tell everyone if they touched it she'd put a bullet between their eyes without a second thought. It wasn't that she was selfish, but her contact's information was stored on it. And even though she kept all the important information on her at all times, she wouldn't let risk putting any of them in danger. Most of them risked a lot by talking to her as it was.
Removing the small ear-bud from her ear, Sherlock turned off the music she'd had playing in the comm center. She'd been keeping an eye on the camera's set up around the perimeter and checking a few of her channels for news about jobs that would be interesting to the group. It wasn't really her job. Ace picked the jobs, but she did send interesting tidbits his way when she found them.
She had to admit that she'd gotten distracted by all that was going on in the medical wing. Part of her had considered going to rescue Ace, but she'd prefer to not be caught in the middle of Blue's neurotic behavior. Besides, he could handle himself. She just hoped whatever it was she had given him didn't last too long. At some point they'd actually have important things to do that required focus.
Standing up, she unzipped her pants, sliding them down and off to exam the scar that ran down her right leg. She'd been careful to keep it out of plain view, even went to an outside doctor whenever she needed to have it examined which she would need to do soon. It wasn't that she didn't trust her team, she just wasn't going to give anyone a reason to think she could be easily worked over. No one in the group but Ace knew she had a titanium femur and even he didn't know why. She'd like it better that way. As long as it didn't effect her performance in the field it wasn't important. She could still run, swim, fight and climb as good as anyone else so it wasn't liability. Even still the weather brought aches and pains sometimes. It was nice to get it out in the heat and rub down the sore muscles. She let her handles hold onto it, squeezing gently around the knee and massaging it as best she could.