Heaven save John from certain bored and unimpressed types. Which would be a lot funnier if more of the facts were known. But as they stood, other than getting an odd sense of deja vu, John wasn't going to mention any particular expertise in dealing with overgrown children.

He did offer a hand to shake however.

"John Watson, at your service." Only. Not quite. But it was the thing to say.

Far be it from them to descend into Call of Duty. It wasn't as it John didn't know how to waste his hours on games with the best of them. He generally stayed away from first person shooters though. One, because there was no sense in showing off in pixelations, and two, escapism was better done in extremes.