Normally, Virginia would take that remark, connect it to Sherlock's name and what little else she knows about him (all from Tony, nothing from Obadiah), and tuck it away with everything else she makes note of for potential future reference.

Tonight, she doesn't care. She's running on empty and she still has to tell a pair of teenage boys that their guardian has been murdered before she gets to go back to the office and spend a few more hours fending off calls from panicked stockholders who don't want to believe what they've been told. (True, she's not technically Obadiah's assistant anymore, but no one will ever be able to accuse her of not seeing something through to the very end.) No sense wasting resources she doesn't have to begin with.

"Thank you," she says, stepping inside.