He caught on quickly. Oh, he was still giving her that look like she'd sprouted a unicorn's horn overnight or something, but he was walking himself through it quite easily, really. She actually felt a little bit badly for him, and coming from Emma, that was impressive.
"If you go back to London, it'll still be there. It's still a city and a huge one at that. But the odds of it being exactly how you remembered aren't very good. And the people you knew won't be there." Well, unless he knew the queen, but she wouldn't remember him, so there. He sounded like he might know the queen, looking as put together as he was.
Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders in a somewhat uncharacteristic move. She didn't like feeling like she didn't know things. "Ever read the Bible, Mr...?" This time it was her turn to prompt him for a name. If she was going to help him, she deserved that much, at least.