"Not too much, though you wouldn't know it from Sherlock's huffing," she says, putting an hand on the arm of the swing and then sinking down onto it. "I think we were already pushing the limits of his patience and now there's two more bodies in the mix." Not that she blames him entirely; it's almost like a real lab now, and that's strange for so many reasons.

"How are you settling in with the new neighbours?"