"Quite the sight, isn't it," Holmes spoke up from the very back of the room, steps up from the level the newcomer was standing on. He was on the floor, amidst a sea of paper, his communicator beside him. He was wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of brown pants, tattoos obvious on his arms, he was barefooted, and his hair was sticking up in odd directions.

But he was, at least, obviously English from his accent, and he was looking over at Jack curiously, and very closely, even from all the way across the room.