Shocked

Sherlock: Why have I got this blanket-they keep putting this blanket on me.

Lestrade: Yes, it's for shock…

Sherlock: I'm not *in* shock!

Lestrade: Yeah, well some of the guys might want to take photographs.

Sherlock: So the shooter…no sign?

Lestrade: Cleared off before we got here. But a guy like that would have had enemies, I suppose. One of them could have been following him. But we haven't got anything to go on.

Sherlock: Oh I wouldn't say that

Lestrade: (Sighs) OK, give me.

Sherlock: The bullet they just dug out of the wall is from a hand gun. A kill shot over that distance from that kind of a weapon, that's a crack shot you're looking for, but not just a marksman. A fighter. His hands couldn't haven't shaken at all so clearly he's acclimatized to violence. He didn't fire till I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle. You're looking for a man probably with a history of military service, nerves of steel….

(Looks over at John Watson)

Actually, you know what, ignore me. Ignore all of that, it's just, uh, the shock talking. 

Lestrade: Where are you going?

Sherlock: I just need to talk about the…thing. 

Lestrade: I've still got questions for you!

Sherlock: Not now! I'm in shock. Look, I've got a blanket!