[Sherlock nods, before reading the second message, and nods again. He can scarcely think, everything is so loud. Even the sound of the marker on the whiteboard sounds like metal screeching. He winces, looking tired and worn out, for a shark person, anyway. His tail and fins are dropping.

It took some time even before he went on the Public Channel to figure out how to isolate the cacophony to be able to pick out conversation.]