Sherlock grinned when he saw the man. Yes. He had him.
He leaned against the wall, pulling the iPad from his jacket pocket. (Thank goodness they were big enough to hold it.)
He'd realised that he was alone with an unknown alien, no doubt stronger and (he hated to admit) smarter than he was. He typed a message on the comms as silently as he could, and pressed send, all the while keeping an eye on the long haired young man.