[ He pauses at the door, spotting something in there that interests him - not the girls, mind you, but the glittering jewelry in the redhead's belly button, several of the other girls sporting the tell-tale scars from the same piercing. Apparently that's a thing. As the redhead removes the jewelry to slip on her bodice the rest of the way, the others follow suit. Kathy, naturally, just follows John with her hungry, hungry eyes. Sherlock ignores her. Focuses on the rest of the room, instead.

The dresser had been quite helpful with her descriptions of Alice's last weeks, the increasing sense of mental instability (confusion, anxiety), very unlike her normal character. It goes with the rest, he thinks, if he only he can find the source. Diarrhea, heart failure, mental problems. It could be a number of things or a clever mix of several. He looks around the room, noting the girl at the back who smiles along with the rest, laughs at all appropriate times, looks... inconspicious. But there's something about her right index finger... That's a rash! Might just be... Eyes narrowing, he watches as her gaze wanders away from the group, unaware that he's looking at her.

For a long, long moment, she simply stares at Kathy, her gaze gaining a tranquil, almost sedative quality. Sherlock, in turn, watches her. ]