Meanwhile Sherlock took the other route that Watson hadn't taken. She noticed that not many rooms were filled, so she decided to go each of them to make sure. After she was done inspecting each one, she found Watson and looked down at the homeless girl a bit questioningly.<br/><br/>"Are you going to give me a home...?" The homeless girl said softly as she coughed. Sherlock said nothing in return and pressed on for answers. "Do you know of a group that often conspires here?" Sherlock asked. Her voice was flat and held no emotion as always. One would think that she would be a bit compassionate to a homeless girl but not Sherlock, she knew how feelings worked, but she doesn't have any. She looked at Watson in confusion and then back to the girl who shifted nervously in her seat.