[She felt the same wave of happiness he did, but the effect on her was slightly different -- she feels lighter, less caged by this world, but in a similar manner glad for Sherlock's presence here, perhaps even more now that he's once been absent. She turns to him, a smile on her lips, a smile less tinged by pain and fatigue as the one she gave to him, back in that house in their world, the last time they met, but no less genuine.]
Hardly. It's an old paper, more akin to the gossip columns you see in those papers that never write anything of value... merely something I came across and thought to read, to pass the time. It is genuine, at least.
[Though it may not be obvious to Sherlock, the paper she has is one of Hokuto's old Kiseki Reports that she found -- and rather than anything this place would make, as fake as everything else here, this was at least made by a living person, about living people. She can appreciate that.]