Mycroft slipped past the yellow tape, leaving an angry Donovan to deal with a smooth Anthea, who worked to shut the scene down to the press and anyone outside the team. He paused by one of the medical team's kits, pulling out a set of blue gloves, snapping them on as he went to join Lestrade.

He grimaced faintly at Gregory's words, hooking his umbrella on his arm. "The fact that you have to ask - opens the door to all sorts of ugly questions."

He sighed as he looked around the area, blue eyes assessing. "To answer your question, not as squeamish as most would think. My work has taken me to ... interesting locales. I am still not going to like what I find, but that is more of a question of logistics then anything else."

He had to figure out how bad the damage was, before it could be controlled. He set his shoulders, gesturing for Gregory to walk forward first. "Let us see what we are dealing with."