[ john winces as the transmission flickers, but meticulously registers each frenzied spark from the microwave as sherlock exerts his control over it. he can't imagine the poor sod working on the till is very happy with about all this. they must be scared out of their wits or fed up with another ImPort causing property damage -- either way, john is predicting he's going to be the one buying a replacement machine. ]

Okay. That's.. brilliant, but we're going to need to make a few ground rules. One, don't use that on my laptop. Two, just... yeah, I'll think about number two. [ he looks up from his phone. ] Right, I'm just outside the military base.

[ after what he just witnessed, he's understandably worried about taking it. what if his powers somehow interfered with the machine? Rolling his shoulders, he seems resolute. he's done crazier things before today. ]

Give me a few minutes and I'll be in Heropa.