Coincidence is a bitch, isn't it?

Selina sides down at the table with Sherlock. It seems she's not interested in conversation, at least not yet, as she starts to eat her own lunch in silence. Isis slides down off of Selina's shoulders, though, and moves over toward Sherlock before nudging his hand, looking for scritches behind the ears.

Or food.

But attention is probably better as a start.