[mingling] well hallo mechapriest lady
[ Pale eyes flicker over to the thin-lipped curve of mouth, then quickly up to the gadget fastened onto the woman's head. Is he being smiled at? That's not usual, even if he knows he's not generally considered homely. He might be concerned enough to move if he weren't at ease to start and a little intrigued by what appears to be actual grafting of metal to skin, now that he's really looking at it. ]
It would have been more accurate to call it 'Karaoke Night' rather than a talent show.
[ It's not a forthright 'no', which Sherlock has no problems in giving. ]