"And you have no interest in utilizing the resources around you, apart from the obvious. You lack the environmental conditioning to note all the necessary small details, and you are headed for disaster."

He rattles this off, rapid but calm, noting the arrogance in his counterpart. The sense of superiority Sherlock must feel, because he's from a more advanced point in time. He won't listen to a word Holmes says, not really.

So he grabs him by the throat, locks his ankle behind Sherlock's, and throws him over his hip.

"And she was not a prostitute."