[Pretty deeply unconscious, isn't he? Sleeping through this much movement seems a little unnatural. The feather-weight only confirms his suspicions that he's not healthy, either. A man of this height should definitely not weigh so little. He feels like he hasn't eaten a good meal in days, or at least hasn't kept it down if he has. Kisame can't help the sudden chill as his mind flashes back to how incredibly light Itachi was, in the end.... Is this man sick?
The unwelcome connection is rather unnerving, to be honest. Kisame scowls to himself and pushes out of the fitting room, securely draping Sherlock over his shoulder and picking up into a brisk trot once he's back out on the street. Yes, he's definitely thinking a quick visit to the hospital is in order, even if he's just being paranoid.]