Punchy seems a bit more at ease in the parking lot, oddly enough - it's not claustrophobia, really, so much as a need to spread out and feel as if he's allowed to take up space again. He musses up his hair and opens a car door so he can sit, knees splayed, and watch Sherlock get things in order to present Punchy.

"Gotta say, Holmesboy, I'm iced up to see what you cooking."