Watching as Luke parted the crowd, it was kind of incredible. Almost seemed effortless the way he worked. Taking the cider with a small smile, he looked around. Trying to figure out what he might be interested in. There were rows of different vendors, there had to be something. Yet John wasn't looking at them. He found himself looking at the people instead. Trying to find someone who caught his interest like Sherlock had taught him to do. Open his observational skills.
"That kid is a pick pocket." He motioned toward a boy with a New York Mets baseball hat on. He could spot a pick pocket from a mile away thanks to living with Sherlock. The man was a bit of a pick pocket himself. Even stole straight out from under Florence once and embarrassed him. His eyes went back to the vendors and he spotted a booth with jellys and jams. "I do like Jam." He sipped the small cup of cider and walked through the parting crowd idly.