Marian followed him willingly, but still on her guard. She did have a weapon, now, and she could throw a punch if needed. More than once she'd taken on multiple men, some twice her size. Never with them knowing she was a woman, but she did what she had to do. This would be no different, if this man turned on her, attacked her when she was away from people.
Lancelot. "Like the knight of Camelot," she replied, her voice taking on a slightly more trusting air. Well, if he was to have such a noble name, who was she to argue? "Lady Marian of Kn..." She paused. Thought better of it. And, despite her situation, a small smile crossed her face. "Locksley." So what if she was dead and in some strange version of the underworld? She was a newlywed, and she would flaunt her new title wherever she wanted. Besides, if she was going to be judged by St. Peter, she may as well be judged by the proper name.
She avoided his eyes as he told her she might not believe his story. Honestly, could she believe anything anymore? "I believed Heaven to be a place of angels and clouds, sir," she began hesitantly. "And hell to be fire and brimstone. Instead, I see neither of those things, and instead see things I've never even heard of that make no sense at all. There isn't much you can tell me right now that I won't likely believe."