"I have an impeccable sense of direction," Sherlock assured him, before dashing off in the direction of the bags. Let Nasir deal with the sharp things, he was focused on keeping them alive. He didn't, however, check inside the bag. Not yet. He didn't want to hang around.

When Nasir ran back, Sherlock motioned with a tilt of his head, and then ran off, expecting the man to follow him.