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I'm sorry I lost my temper. 

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That's very kind of you. [He says it with more than a little suspicion, eyes narrowing. He takes a moment to look at her properly for the first time, drinking her in and, after only a mere glance, concludes that she isn't there to murder, poison or otherwise incapacitate him. She's not wearing the coat for it.] This will be my - [He rolls his eyes to the darkening sky, making a few quick calculations.] - fifty-second hour and twenty-ninth minute of relentless consciousness. I think coffee will be just the ticket, don't you?

[The extra hit of caffeine might be what he needs to jolt his brain into making that oh-so-crucial leap in logic to solve his latest case (and it's the only hit he'll be able to score now that he's sworn off cocaine). Failing that, at least it will keep him awake long enough to reach the precinct and report to Captain Gregson about the limited progress he's made. He may have to suffer her company a little longer in the meantime but it seems a minor inconvenience in the scheme of things.]

[He extends a hand abruptly and almost directly in her face.] Sherlock Holmes.