"Knew what she liked, did you?" Sherlock says. He'd picked up the fact that the would-be assassin didn't make it her day job from the clumsy action, and the political nature was obvious from her shoes. However, the specifics aren't something that Sherlock was able to deduce.

He shakes his head. "Someone who can recognize you. But why? Why send someone after us who can recognize you but not me."