"Yes," she confirmed for him as the server came by with the check. Handing him a twenty-pound note, she held up her hand indicating the barkeep could keep the rest.

"It was something Lestrade found essential once I'd joined up at the 'Yard. 'Extra credit', he'd called it. Seems to have worked in my favour." She smirked at Jim pointedly, and reached for her coat and handbag, standing up.

"I think I'd better hail you a taxi," she joked. "I'm not sure I'd feel safe letting you traipse about the Tube alone at this hour, some lairy punters might take advantage of a poor American tourist," she added with a wink.

[OOC: We'll need to segue somehow into him ending up at her flat next door. AWKWARD]