[It had never been uncommon to see a woman in gowns at home, here it is; they wear all manner of things and not all of it is terribly modest. Here it is uncommon to find them in clothes or garments familiar to the realm of Camelot. When he does see someone, almost in a sense familiar, in a round about way he cannot help but wonder where they are from.

Arthur has learned to adapt his words, or rather it is becoming habit lately. There are so many here and from so many worlds. He never would have said miss at home, but he is learned since his arrival it is rather more acceptable in this age.]

Not at all. I was merely seeking distraction [A small sigh follows, though it has nothing at all to do with the interruption, it's not a trouble at all. In posture and expression he is still most welcoming.] And perhaps it is better sought in conversation. [However a nod and a motion of his hand indicates the sword at her belt.] Unless, of course you meant to practice? There is not a great deal of open space here- [He implies he will relinquish said space, should she wish it.]