How the hell did you get in?! [Hissing under his breath, not wanting to wake Phoenix and deal with his questions if he doesn't have to. Sherlock excuses himself just as quickly as he came, and, rubbing his face in a vain attempt to wake himself up, the prosecutor staggers to his feet.]
[He'll meet the man in the foyer, dark circles under his eyes. He looks exhausted, but at least half-awake.]