Mary turns the drier on, biting her lip.

"He's had plenty of opportunity to nick stuff before now." She says, quietly, tucking the laundry-basket where it won't get kicked. "John, I think he's alright. He gives me the same vibe as Sherlock does. Anyway, it probably won't last, he'll probably end up going back to America eventually. He's got this girl back home..."

She shrugs, trying to make light of it.