"The bleed's all jacked up here. Timelines and realities is some fucking inbred shit here, don't bother sweating it for yourself." Punchy shrugs at Mouse, then back to Sherlock.

"Word up. Spun the wheels with Holiday for a mo', found a push in the glove compartment." Which meant that the hotwiring Holiday did, while impressive, was not even remotely necessary.

Punchy draws a hand over his chest as if painting his name across it. "Punchy. And that's Holmesboy."