[ There is a familiarity to that question, followed by the familiar hesitance of whether or not Sherlock is having him on. No matter what he says, it will pale in comparison to what Sherlock is capable of calculating. John is logical and intelligent, but he's no genius. How he truly contributes to the other man's processes has always been a mystery to him, and often Sherlock outright informs him he's been ridiculous or missing steps. Still... he won't deny the man an answer. ]

There's something definitely off about it. There's a lot of... mismatch, I suppose.

[ There's a brief squint as he tries to think of how to phrase an instinct. ]

Everyone I've met seems pleasant, over all, once you move past some of the stranger things. Even if we're supposed to be meant for war, though, I haven't seen a lot of soldiers and I've only met a few doctors. Mostly it seems more like a... A zoo.

[ Is that what you were looking for, Sherlock? ]

That's it there. O-- The building.

[ He gestures to the shape of the community house up the way. Just a bit further, Sherlock. ]