"Thanks for the tip, Howard," John offered, a little awkwardly. Maneuvering around the egos of both Sherlock and Howard was a delicate task, and not one he felt he was getting much better at. He glanced at Sherlock, at Joan, sighed and turned a smile in Howard's direction. His choice of words was, at first, very deliberate.
"We appreciate it. Don't-- Look, come find me if you need me, alright?"