Sherlock stepped out beside him, hands in his coat pockets, scanning the street once before answering.
"No. Not bad. Just mildly irritating."
His gaze flicked to a parked car, then back ahead.
"You're being followed, John. Sloppily. I wanted to confirm before you did โ
It's not important in the immediate, life or death sense. It's just an observation I've made. About a situation. I'd prefer to say it while we're walking.