Sherlock had no idea who the man was looking at him, and right now his deductions were whimsically amusing and probably wrong, what he could muster was 'man', 'wears shoes', and 'has eyes'. Sherlock slipped the bottle he was holding into his coat pocket, he probably reeked at this point, and smelled oddly of pool chlorine as well. His hair had dried poorly and his curls lay sloppily on his forehead.

"Get somewhere?" he frowned, it seemed to be a very confusing question. "Yes, think you might just be able to help me."

A pause. "Trouble is...can't remember where I was going."

[OOC: YES! Haha Sherlock's deductions will be hilariously inept until he clears his head, and I would love to do some power-sharing shenanigans!]