Watson pauses in the process of extracting what at least seems to be a slice of chicken from some rather questionable ingredients.

"Oh. You've heard of him?" He's pleased, and it shows, because he's eternally proud of Holmes, and proud of his own role in their cases, and yes perhaps proud too of the role his own little writing projects might have taken in helping glorify his friend, though it's all mixed with a bit of bittersweet grief. "I admit I didn't expect anyone here to have heard of Sherlock Holmes, much less myself."