Lamont eyes the retrieval of that cane. The look could be mistaken as wary, but Sherlock would be the sort to understand the sharp look is one of quick and thorough inspection. At least the well-dressed man accepts the help to stand and he brings his cloak with him, briefly bothering to dust himself off while his eyes wander to that impromptu window.
He's made his study of Moriarty's lab, filing it under 'curious', but it's what is outside of that hole in the wall that has his attention. He tilts his head slightly as he ignored Sherlock, long strides making short work of the distance and then he's setting his hand expertly on a part of the brick that's not particularly compromised and looking out into this strange new world.
"New London." This time it's a question veiled as a statement, his eyes darting almost wildly as he takes in the vehicles, the lights and the completely different look to London. A flying car zips past and his head tracks its trajectory with fascination. A moment of watching it in sheer awe and he's suddenly turning back to his own situation and he looks back at Sherlock. The man didn't quite fit with the scenery, his look was one that even Lamont would class as 'slightly outdated'.
"New York. But less- new." His gawking had already tipped his hat. With a thoughtful motion, he reaches up to pluck the fedora from his head and gives it a distracted dusting as he turns his back on the sight outside to face Sherlock.
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Date: 2015-02-26 01:12 am (UTC)From:He's made his study of Moriarty's lab, filing it under 'curious', but it's what is outside of that hole in the wall that has his attention. He tilts his head slightly as he ignored Sherlock, long strides making short work of the distance and then he's setting his hand expertly on a part of the brick that's not particularly compromised and looking out into this strange new world.
"New London." This time it's a question veiled as a statement, his eyes darting almost wildly as he takes in the vehicles, the lights and the completely different look to London. A flying car zips past and his head tracks its trajectory with fascination. A moment of watching it in sheer awe and he's suddenly turning back to his own situation and he looks back at Sherlock. The man didn't quite fit with the scenery, his look was one that even Lamont would class as 'slightly outdated'.
"New York. But less- new." His gawking had already tipped his hat. With a thoughtful motion, he reaches up to pluck the fedora from his head and gives it a distracted dusting as he turns his back on the sight outside to face Sherlock.