Put my feet...? [Not really knowing what Makoto is referring to, Sherlock glimpses downward. He was absolutely not expecting to see a shadow hovering beneath him in such an unnatural fashion, and so, he starts pretty badly.]
W-Whoaaah! [Alarmed, he clambers upwards, towards an even higher shelf.]
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W-Whoaaah! [Alarmed, he clambers upwards, towards an even higher shelf.]