Jeremy's brows furrow and he looks around at the broad concourse, the people heading home, the buildings and the lights and the beginning-to-set sun.

"VR? All this? You're shitting me," he says, tone incredulous more than argumentative.

Jeremy absorbs that ominous-kinda statement and turns once in place, staring up and down and around until he is back facing Mr. Britain again.

"I met a chick in body armor who says she's from somewhere so polluted that it's gotten into her freakin' B.O.," he offers much as he'd offered the factoid about Dr. Dre. "'s a pretty weird-ass video game."

Train of thought gets derailed by Sherlock's question, which may have been the intent, who knows. "--hm? Yeah, I do okay. Why, do I get video-game points for that?"