At first Arthur didn't notice her. He was far too distracted by the strangely wheeled beasts that were not far off from the park. And the people and their manner of speech... It was worse than the lower town of Camelot in a bar. And some of the people had strange black rocks in their hands that they spoke into. This had to be the doings of magic surely. But no one was attacking him or wishing harm on him.
But then her voice hit his ears and he spun, hand on the hilt of his sword ready to draw when his tired mind processed her words. More specifically, the tone in which they were said. There was no malice that he could detect. No trace of hate or bitterness. He remained wary though.
"Morgana. Is this your doing then?" he asked. She hadn't attacked him yet and she could have while he was unawares. Still, she was dangerous. "Did the magic you use to spirit me away from Camelot backfire and bring you here too?"