He is, of course, just as aware as she is that they might run into someone else there, a flicker of a remnant of their past, but Lestrade, at least, has not ever been much of a thorn in their side. And if they should happen across anyone else claiming to be either Watson or Holmes, at least they'll have their answer. Anything past that, he mostly figures he'll deal with as it comes up. Or if it comes up, which might perhaps be the more likely case - holodeck or no, they are still in what amounts to a work of fiction and it's been a very long time since he's had reason to read any of these particular works.
(And had, perhaps, been more interested in amusing himself with the differences between the reality and the fiction instead of the actual tales themselves.)
For now, however, he's content to simply head back out into the streets of the city. Sooner or later they'll manage to catch up with whatever passes for the storyline, and in the meantime he's more than glad to spend a (relatively) quiet evening with Helen, even if it does mean he has to put in the effort to actually remember the assorted rules and etiquette of the time period.
(Reminiscing is all well and good, but like her he tends to prefer the future on the whole.)
"Soon, I think," he answers, after a brief moment of consideration. "If it were that long after it wouldn't fit the narrative structure quite as well. Although we should be able to pick up a paper on the way."
Of course, that will also require one or the other of them to have the appropriate sort of money and is also no real guarantee that they'll find anything of interest, but it might give them more of an idea as to approximately what to expect.
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He is, of course, just as aware as she is that they might run into someone else there, a flicker of a remnant of their past, but Lestrade, at least, has not ever been much of a thorn in their side. And if they should happen across anyone else claiming to be either Watson or Holmes, at least they'll have their answer. Anything past that, he mostly figures he'll deal with as it comes up. Or if it comes up, which might perhaps be the more likely case - holodeck or no, they are still in what amounts to a work of fiction and it's been a very long time since he's had reason to read any of these particular works.
(And had, perhaps, been more interested in amusing himself with the differences between the reality and the fiction instead of the actual tales themselves.)
For now, however, he's content to simply head back out into the streets of the city. Sooner or later they'll manage to catch up with whatever passes for the storyline, and in the meantime he's more than glad to spend a (relatively) quiet evening with Helen, even if it does mean he has to put in the effort to actually remember the assorted rules and etiquette of the time period.
(Reminiscing is all well and good, but like her he tends to prefer the future on the whole.)
"Soon, I think," he answers, after a brief moment of consideration. "If it were that long after it wouldn't fit the narrative structure quite as well. Although we should be able to pick up a paper on the way."
Of course, that will also require one or the other of them to have the appropriate sort of money and is also no real guarantee that they'll find anything of interest, but it might give them more of an idea as to approximately what to expect.