"I." Jennifer shook her head. "I mentioned the others, and you brought up these!"
She played over the conversation in her head, trying to figure out where they'd miscommunicated, and determined that it was definitely all on him. She was taking no blame for this one.
There was a light tap on her shoulder and Jennifer tried to ignore it, going so far as to brush the hand off of her irritably.
"Miss Government?" The voice was unsure. Definitely male. Hesitant to interrupt or even second guess a superior. "Detective? Government? You're... you're yelling at Sherlock Holmes."
She turned. "What? What is that supposed to mean?"
The man arrowed his eyes between her and the guy she was yelling at. "This man. Is Sherlock Holmes. And you're yelling at him."
"And?" she felt like this officer expected her to know the name. As if everybody in the world should know the name. "Please get to your point."
"We've been trying to get him to help us, detective. He's very good. This probably isn't the way..." Did the officer look sheepish? Was that possible? "He hasn't been responding to our requests."
"Oh, then I shouldn't yell at him. That makes a lot of sense." Jennifer waved the officer off and turned back to the man Apparently Known As Sherlock Holmes. "So you're capable of actually helping, but you're just enough of a dick to not."