[ Oh god the thought of two Sherlocks. ] I'm not exactly sure they'd be able to be stand in the same room together. All that ego and hot air in one place. [ She laughs in a way that's both rueful and fond. It's maybe a little obvious that she misses Sherlock. Things aren't quite the same without him around. ]

[ Joan sips her tea when she considers her brother. Eventually she makes a noncommittal sound. ] A little of both in that kind of brotherly way? Ever since I changed careers, things have been a little strange, but that's just growing pains I think. [ A beat. ] You?