Sherlock nods absently, razor focus zeroing in on the . She's hiding, she's afraid, she knows something. Does she think him and Bright the enemy instead of an ally?

He moves forward, subtly. Keeping her in his sights. Despite his efforts and his appearance he doesn't blend in as a New Yorker at all, but no one seems to notice. The girl is breathing hard she's going to definitely try and run again. Probably at the next stop.