No, Irene and Sherlock hadn't had time to be involved. Not that they didn't want to be... well. Not that Irene--or was it Iris--no, never mind. She shook herself again. The water was spewing steam, and she pulled it off the stove and dumped a disposable packet of instant coffee into a mug. "Trying to lay low. Not doing that great of a job... though the building seems to keep everything--well: in the building." She sighed. "They need me for a trial that might never happen. Maybe I should give up on waiting."