[ That, too, sounds like something Sherlock might say. ]

Jesus Christ.

[ It's a harsh exhale, the words barely audible, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. He needs to sleep for a good couple of days. ]

Yeah, you know, you can say stuff like that, but I've never ...

[ He trails off, because even if he's never met someone from 1887 calling themselves Sherlock Holmes, this entire situation is unprecedented. ]

But I guess I've never been mysteriously transported to a space station either.