[Vince should see it but he's far from being the brightest crayon in the box and he's not even aware he's dead yet... Sherlock's words come as a big surprise.]

What- what do you mean? I don't even have a stomach ache or anything, no way I've been poisoned! [The front of his jumpsuit and his chin and mouth look pretty disgusting covered in foamy puke like that. He shouldn't have taken that stranger's drink and he should've listened to Howard about taking stuff offered to him by strangers.

He smiles nervously.] Wow... you- you've got blood on your jacket though. [What? Why is there blood on his bloke?]