[she's still in the middle of trying to decide whether to believe him or not when she realizes something.
It doesn't matter.
King Arthur was here...or some version of him. Military men from the 1800s. Vampire Slayers. Aliens, gods, and pirates had made their home within the confines of the barrier. Knowing that, there was no real reason why "Sherlock Holmes" should be any more impossible. And if he was lying-
"What's your name?" "Jilly." "Jilly what?" "Uh..."
Either way, whether it was a given name or a chosen one, she was the last person to say what sort of names were "real."
She gives a laugh, a mask and yet somehow genuine at the same time.] Sorry, that was really rude of me. I was just surprised by your name. It's...not one you hear often. [outside of literature] Not that I've got any room to talk. My last name is Coppercorn.
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It doesn't matter.
King Arthur was here...or some version of him. Military men from the 1800s. Vampire Slayers. Aliens, gods, and pirates had made their home within the confines of the barrier. Knowing that, there was no real reason why "Sherlock Holmes" should be any more impossible. And if he was lying-
"What's your name?"
"Jilly."
"Jilly what?"
"Uh..."
Either way, whether it was a given name or a chosen one, she was the last person to say what sort of names were "real."
She gives a laugh, a mask and yet somehow genuine at the same time.] Sorry, that was really rude of me. I was just surprised by your name. It's...not one you hear often. [outside of literature] Not that I've got any room to talk. My last name is Coppercorn.