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[ They shake, briefly, then John steps back, nodding towards the entrance and heading out for the heavy rain that never seems to truly cease in London. It if isn't the weather, it's the company. You're perpetually exposing yourself to the elements in this city, that is why he loves it. Has returned to it every time. Just at a first glance, looking at Remy over his shoulder to make sure she follows along while he fights the umbrella back open, he's ready to bet she's an elemental force as much as anyone he's met. He likes it. She'll fit in nicely here. In London. At Barts. American or not.

Once outside, he holds the umbrella up, invites her to step in next to him and listening to her tale about what they say about him here. Very interesting. He wonders more about what the hell they might not think about Sherlock, but it's always lovely to learn you're in high regard.

He laughs slightly, giving her a sideways look that says, charmer. ]

Please lie to me and say I've become the talk of this place due to my medical skills.

[ And not due to his partner's honestly atrocious behaviour. Or the blog John writes recounting that atrocious behaviour for all to read. ]