The names were familiar. The Doctor had made every effort to get him interested in earth literature, and there were a few things that had managed to stick. Most of the maths texts, a lot of the physics. He had managed to devour the entire Stephen Hawking library in the TARDIS within a matter of days. Fiction had been a tricker minefield to navigate, especially as he rarely understood the context of most of the stories, but the Holmes novels had been able to hold his interest through their very design.
And while pointing out the absurdity of the situation that she was relating was a matter forefront in his mind, that all vanished when she indicated exactly where she was shot. The matter of being shot by a fictional villain aside... "Isn't that usually fatal?"
Humans, from what he could remember, were a great deal more fragile than to take one of their bullets to the chest and survive it as...seamlessly as she appeared to have.