Metody's first impression of Sherlock had not been overly flattering; she was frightened, he was rude and abrupt. But he was a familiar kind of rude to someone well acquainted with academia, and she was starting to get an idea of how very many people he must have seen arrive.

And even if he is a bit of a jerk, he's not being one now. And real conversation is a marvelous thing.

"Ah." She smiles sympathetically. "I'm not creative either." Her smile brightens. "I'm a very good craftsman, though. There's a lot of joy in that."

"If you're not an engineer, what are - ah, what were you? I was a student, before all this."