It’s like this still is from an alternate universe where Sherlock is the sweet one and Molly is the pain in the ass.
CAN THIS BE A THING
I think it needs to be.
Sherlock: Dim, this is Molly Hooper.
Dimmock: Hi. So, you’re Molly Hooper. Sherlock’s told me all about you. You doing one of your post-mortems?
Sherlock: Dim works in detecting, at the Yard. That’s how we met. Office romance.
Molly: [glances at Dimmock] Straight.
Sherlock: Sorry, what?
Molly: Nothing. Um, “wait” while I get my hand out of this man’s chest cavity.