[The luggage in tow probably knocks against the bannisters precariously on the way up, so boxy in comparison to Sholmes' lean frame that one wouldn't be blamed for thinking they might send him careening off balance. However, what Sholmes declares seems true enough, because he certainly bounds up without issue-]

Trip? Nothing so dramatic, even in my haste! I could rush up and down these steps in my sleep.

[He laughs, clearly in good spirits. When they reach the top, he swings the door awaiting them open with vigor, stepping back to let her in first.]

Here we are! Home sweet home.

[Welcome to 221B!]