[That takes the irritated wind right out of his sails. They let him keep his violin, and Sherlock always played beautifully when he wasn't in a mood to be an annoying brat. John waits for a break in the music and switches to audio; Sherlock already knows about his broken nose.]

Oh, Sherlock... that's really not fair at all. Fine, you win. I-

[Wait a moment.]

Wait. How the hell d'you have your violin? They only bring us with what we had on us at the time.