That elicits an honest look of confusion as Lamont finally looks up at Sherlock, and then he glances around. The coat and deerstalker could be addressed later.
"I was in my-" His voice trails off as he takes in the wholly alien room around him. He sets a hand on the floor, eyes scanning the room with incredible sharpness. They were brown, almost to the point of looking black, and they darted as he tried to make sense of the space. "Where are we."
The question is a demand, hardly a question as he requires information to sort out what's happened. Even if someone had rigged a bomb in his personal lab, there was no explaining the situation until his mind raced to the next conclusion.
"The light. There was a flash. Where am I?" He turns to look at Sherlock with an expression that said he expected a straight answer. Lamont was watching the man for any sort of clue. He could tell he had the investigative sort on hand, but he clearly wouldn't accept more questions.
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Date: 2015-02-26 12:30 am (UTC)From:"I was in my-" His voice trails off as he takes in the wholly alien room around him. He sets a hand on the floor, eyes scanning the room with incredible sharpness. They were brown, almost to the point of looking black, and they darted as he tried to make sense of the space. "Where are we."
The question is a demand, hardly a question as he requires information to sort out what's happened. Even if someone had rigged a bomb in his personal lab, there was no explaining the situation until his mind raced to the next conclusion.
"The light. There was a flash. Where am I?" He turns to look at Sherlock with an expression that said he expected a straight answer. Lamont was watching the man for any sort of clue. He could tell he had the investigative sort on hand, but he clearly wouldn't accept more questions.