Lily belatedly realized her slip. Clearly she was miserable at carrying fibs, and shouldn't bother trying. Still, he recognized her from the boards and was misplaced himself, so what did it matter? She'd continue her facade at work, of course, but ... why bother here, with someone in her same situation?
"Near London, England. It was late December of 1978 for me before I wound up here in July." She was a little reluctant to disclose details though, and she glanced curiously to Locke. Emerald eyes slid back toward Fred before she shrugged a little. "So what have you discovered so far then? Is the displacement related to why we're all trapped here?"
Exhaling softly, she picked at her muffin. She decided to wait and hear more about this research before disclosing anything else about the magical side of the world. After all, she could certainly get away with describing Muggle England, even if she was living on the other side of things.