Anne, in her anger and fear, didn't see the tightening of his gloved hand. She just continued towards the door, stomping as she walked. But something he said...it stuck with her. Anne stopped and glanced over her shoulder to him.

She had thought time travel was not something most people could manage.

"You knew my ancestor?" She tilted a brow. "How?"

Anne was no fool, she picked up on his hesitation when he mentioned the nature of his knowledge of Morgan Le Fay. She turned to face him more completely, wanting an answer, curious to know more.