"Independents?" John blinked. It wasn't a familiar name - was she a mercenary? He considered asking but thought the better of it. Did it matter? Neither of them were on active duty anymore.
"No, no family." It was only a partial lie; Watson wasn't sure Harry counted. "I've a flatmate, but I hope he isn't here. Who'd wish this on their friends?" No, if all was well, Sherlock was back in London somewhere. "He's a detective, my flatmate. Independent, but he's good at what he does."
John exhaled through his nose. Now. All he needed was for Holmes to put that brain to use and track him down.
"How about you? Are there relatives on the outside?"