"And you're from England, somewhereabouts. Best I can do, not good with accents," John offered, shutting off the projection and lifting his hand to rub at the back of his neck, "So, let's say you're a witch and it isn't something I can sort out as tech or alien. If so, what're we both doing here? Haven't had the whole story run by me yet, but seems we're on the gentler side of the spectrum here."
He took another drink of coffee and looked the young woman over a second time with far more detail. Definitely human, though, and alternate dimensions were a dime a dozen if you believed every fixed point split a world off.
"Keep hearing about demons- God-type stuff. Call me skeptical, but seen a hell of a lot of those, too, that were just enterprising folk scamming gullible ones."