Most people think they're clever, Sherlock said, and Irene nodded. "It's all they have, really," she responded dryly. It would have been wry, commiserating, even, if they'd been sitting on her balcony in Brunei. The tea would've been better. It would've had milk. She would have been... almost happy. She wished she could be almost happy now, instead of... whatever she was. Relieved to see him, certainly. But not happy. Especially considering the blood on his shirt, that neither of them could quite keep their eyes from for particularly long.
His hands were trembling, but she didn't bring that up, either. There was no way but through, not with this, and the fact was, she'd much rather talk about the predicament they shared than to leap into trying to convince him that he was not dead. She didn't know, of course. How could she? But her brain flatly refused to accept it, and that was certainly not an explanation that he was likely to accept. So she turned her attention to answering his question, wishing, for the first time in days, that she'd actually bothered to explore a bit more.
"There's a man here named Anthony Stark. Well, two versions of him, though it's the older one -- aging brunette, forty-nine, thinks he's quite handsome and clever by the way he moves and talks -- that matters. He's the unofficial mayor, and everyone looks up to him. He's a scientist, so far as I can tell. You'll get along. He appears to be suffering some sort of trauma lately though I haven't gotten close enough to find out what it is." She took a sip of her tea and mulled over how best to mete out the rest. Even if she hasn't been here long, even if there was a lot she didn't believe herself, there was a lot to go over, and she didn't want to hit him with it all at once.
So she saved the fact that there were evidently aliens here, no to mention multidimensional doors, for a later time, and instead took the broad strokes. "Everyone's frightened," she said. "Or if they aren't frightened they're at least... unsettled. Many of them are far more used to it than I am, partially because they've been here longer, and partially because a lot of them seem to have come from the same... universe. The same place. There's a sort of... shared history. I haven't engaged with most of them much as a result, but they all seem rather willing to help the new girl." She rolled her eyes. "Most of them are very excited to do good for people." She huffed lightly. "If this place weren't so bizarre and ill-equipped, I'd call it boring, but I suppose it's not really that."