[ And Sherlock is playing his violin. He has ceased aimless scraping or mindless connection of notes with no real concern for the tune. Instead, he has fallen back on some of John's favorites as if to keep his memory of it stronger, so he can still play them once he returns home. He'll finish up the piece before opening his eyes and looking at Miriam. ]

I see you were able to find me without issue. Would it help to continue playing while you talk, or would you like my undivided attention?

[ It's plain to see that she's uneasy, so perhaps not placing his full focus on her would help calm her. Or it could easily be unwelcomed. ]