"Dr. Who?" she asked, then laughed. "Oh, no. I have some friends from London. I'll be honest, I'm not very good with accents yet, but I've heard that one enough that I don't feel completely idiotic when I ask." Yes, Joan had certainly been one of those people, once upon a time, who couldn't tell Australian from English. Living with Sherlock had changed that, in more ways than one. She noticed inflection, now.

"The prices are a bit better," she allowed. "I'm from New York, and everything costs an arm and a leg, there. But you meet a lot of people." She considered him, for a moment. Was he from a world like her own, or was he from someplace entirely different - somewhere crazy and strange, like some of the other people she had met here? "When did you make it into the hotel?"