Mrs. Hudson smiled as she made a pot of tea for both Sherlock and Sophia. She gave a chuckle when Sophia asked all of the questions. "I've known Sherlock for some time now. She's sort of an... odd character. She means well though, she's just very passionate about her job is all." She gave a shrug and filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove. Turning it on she turned around and leaned against the small counter. "Sherlock is one of many people who have an extended intelligence. Sherlock is a great detective who solves even the most baffling cases with astute observation, deductive reasoning and very little people skills. As a 'consulting detective,' she favors reason and logic above all else and makes very few personal attachments beyond those that benefit her. She calls herself a "high functioning sociopath" because she does not make friends or understand emotions very well."<br/>The pot started to squeal as it boiled. Mrs. Hudson took off the kettle and brought out two teacups from the cupboard. She placed the teacups on a tray and put some teabags in the bag, pouring some water in each of them.<br/>"She would make a superior criminal if she were so inclined, but instead she assists the police, and Detective Inspector James, on their most baffling cases." Mrs. Hudson picked up the tray and turned, a smile on her face. "She is very strange.... but she will get used to you." Mrs. Hudson started up the stairs to Sherlock's apartment.<br/><br/>Upstairs, Sherlock had been pacing. Her coat and scarf were on a coat hanger, her outfit was fully visible now. She was wearing long dress pants with a white button up dress shirt and a vest over it, her heels to her shoes clicked on the carpet as she paced. Her hands were together and pressed to her noes as she continued to pace back and forth. The room was very small, but it looked that way mostly because her apartment was a mess. From papers scattered on a desk to papers on the floor and stands. Books were stacked tall, almost reaching the ceiling. Mounted on the walls was strange weapons, ones that you could only see in ancient tribes of some sort. Mrs. Hudson sighed as she moved a few papers out of the way to place the tray down. "Honestly Sherlock, try keeping this place somewhat neat..." She said as she went to the kitchen. In the kitchen was a bunch of research instruments and chemicals of some sort.