706, 11:45 pm.
Eliot's eyebrows shot up with momentary surprise. He hadn't expected Miss Adler to call on him so late in the night. If the dual presence in his body prevented Holmes from finding the visit inappropriate, the distressed look on her face would have done it.
"No, no, of course not." Eliot replied, rising quickly to his feet. "Please, Miss Adler, have a seat," he gestured to the empty chair at the table. He poured her a cup of coffee, with the hopes that the heat of the cup would help soothe her nerves, if not the drink itself. "And even though I completely agree that this building is the strangest I have ever been in, I would like to know why it disturbs you so."