Well there was that. Maybe this seal thing would bring Sherlock here. He couldn't deny he sort of wanted that to happen. He'd had such plans for the detective and now without those he'd have to figure out what to do. He'd need to rebuild. That was what she was telling him, no money. No contacts. He'd have to start again in this ridiculous place. But he'd done it once he could do it again. It wouldn't take him long.
And finally she offered to lead him to the complex where she said everyone found their feet having gotten dropped into the world. It was irritating, it was an inconvenience. And he didn't understand how, and that was probably the worst thing out of the lot.
"And how would I go about that? Preventing demon possession. Getting an ID, is that all normal for newcomers. Does it happen that easily?"
Illegality but he wasn't surprised, pulled across worlds he fully expected people would do what they had to to survive. He liked that, made them prime targets if it came to it. For now though, loathe as he was to say it, he needed them. He needed to understand this place before he made his next move. He was a patient man but it was annoying all the same.