He zips up his trousers and looks over to her, washing her face in the sink. It's all sort of domestic, really. Two people just dressing and cleaning up in the morning. Normal.

He sighs. "No, I think---"

Breaking their quiet conversation, the phone on the nightstand suddenly rings. Its sharp, piercing sound startles Sherlock more than he'd like to admit. He looks to the bathroom, to the Woman, as though she can explain this.