[voice]
On the contrary: it is entirely dependent upon how interesting the distraction can be.
[ Even without the man's power, it's not a hard leap to make to assume Sherlock is in the room with the lights still on. Second floor, Lab 221. His mood can best be described as... alert. He's already dealt with one intruder tonight, and he's been speaking to others that have piqued his interest. Straining with anticipation, like a hound searching for the scent to follow. In the background, there's the minor task of paying attention in the lab as he synthesizes his various projects, the whisper of familiarity in whatever task he's performing. The chemistry is grounding him, but just barely. ]