[John has to make the conscious effort not to grab his gun and whirl around at the sound of the door opening. He simply closes the door to the refrigerator and turns to look at the other man, a smile plastered on his face. An Aussie. Well, fancy that.]

Not busy in the slightest.

[It's then that the scent of cigarettes hits him. Perfect.]

Sorry, I'm John. John Watson. [He steps forward and offers his hand.] Just transferred over from London. Are you... new, as well?