Jim stretches, working stiffness out of his shoulders and back.

There's nothing of importance in this room that he doesn't keep in the safe, which is future tech shielded by alien tech, both from wildly disparate universes and thus vastly unlikely to be cracked by a coked-up Sherlock Holmes. He just watches Sherlock, offering no objection.

Sherlock will probably find the non-existent contents of the nightstand somewhat disappointing.