With the tidbits Joan was learning about the Sherlock that John knew and comparing to what little she'd learned of the Sherlock that was currently cooking in the kitchen, Joan was confident to say that anyone connected to any Sherlock would not have a boring life. Sherlock in any universe seemed to be eccentric and knowing how to make things interesting. It only proved to Joan that she did want to get to know the Sherlock in the kitchen even more. Even if it would exasperate her as much as the Sherlock she knew did.
"Understandable. Leaving out those kinds of details do kind of change the perspective of the case, I would guess." By no means was she an investigator, nor would she claim to be, but she knew there was a method to cases, and the ones she'd been on with Sherlock could be viewed quite differently with the omission of facts. And really, her Sherlock was always stressing about getting to the facts and keeping information as facts.
"Of course your Sherlock would take the credit. He always does." Joan rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. Yet something else that seemed to be a common trait among Sherlocks. Though as John set his tea down, Joan noticed the tremor in his hand. How could she not? She was still a trained doctor. Putting that together with noticing the cane he used, she did start wondering. "Are you all right?" She wasn't exactly certain if she should bridge the topic or not, but she didn't think his life was currently in danger so she opted for the subtle approach.
"He was, and it is. It's certainly not an easy job at all. But Sherlock is a completely atypical client. He hadn't shown any sign whatsoever of threatening to relapse. Though he certainly acted like he was on drugs, but I gave him regular drug tests that were all negative." Joan shrugged, still not completely certain what to make of the Sherlock from her world. He was the atypical client, and she found it exceedingly strange that he hadn't even shown any signs of craving drugs again.