[ All about the effort. Generally what he expected. Lestrade steps in, closes the door, and proceeds to shove his hands in his pockets so that he doesn't cross his arms right away. He feels like he'll wind up wanting to actively do it at some point today.
Sherlock gets the same perfunctory glance-over that John and Sally got on their first face-to-face meeting. Head attached, original limbs sorted, not- not actually looking quite at his best. Not sure how much of that to attribute to the boys' new place being so... sparse. God, maybe he ought to bring them a tacky housewarming lamp or something next time. ]
Sherlock.
[ Vague nod of greeting for the resident genius. Lestrade's dressed in his usual style, wings covered as neatly as one really can cover them, not missing any more sleep than usual, about as frustrated as can be expected, and honestly not surprised that Sherlock's managed to get tossed in here like the rest of them. Someone made a regular sweep of London, 2011, when they were in for new lab rats, didn't they. ]
action;
Sherlock gets the same perfunctory glance-over that John and Sally got on their first face-to-face meeting. Head attached, original limbs sorted, not- not actually looking quite at his best. Not sure how much of that to attribute to the boys' new place being so... sparse. God, maybe he ought to bring them a tacky housewarming lamp or something next time. ]
Sherlock.
[ Vague nod of greeting for the resident genius. Lestrade's dressed in his usual style, wings covered as neatly as one really can cover them, not missing any more sleep than usual, about as frustrated as can be expected, and honestly not surprised that Sherlock's managed to get tossed in here like the rest of them. Someone made a regular sweep of London, 2011, when they were in for new lab rats, didn't they. ]