As Sherlock and Lori climbed the stairs to the flat, Lori could hear a woman humming to herself inside. Sherlock unlocked the door and they stepped in. Here she was. In THE flat. The flat with the bullet holes in the wall, a yellow smiley face spray-painted on the walls, and papers and science-y type equipment lying about on tables and over-loaded shelves. Her eyes alighted on a violin, lying haphazardly on stack of papers, nearly as tall as her gnome-like friend, and then she drew her attention back to the sound of a woman's voice.

"Sherlock, there's a bag of fingers in the hydrator. How many times have I told you-" She turned around and noticed Lori standing there "-oh. You have company. I'll get out of your hair then." She said with a warm smile.

"Yes, thank you Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock murmured, somewhat agitated.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, dear. What's your name?" replying as if Sherlock had been polite.

"Her name is Lori Isabel Stryder. She is an environmental activist. More specifically, she campaigns to prevent the destruction of animals' habitats in the UK, and is part of the SPDBD, the Society to Prevent the Destruction of Beavers' Dams." Lori looked at Sherlock, very surprised, and he winked at her.

"Forgot to mention that on the train, didn't I?"

She nodded slowly, still in awe, then turned to Mrs. Hudson and said what a pleasure it was to meet her, and saw her out.