[ Joan laughs in a kind of incredulous way at John's seeming reticence on the matter. Or maybe he was just being British — her experience was mostly limited to Sherlock and some of his compatriots, past and present. Joan didn't know John well enough to tell. (Though maybe she could, if she tried harder; was she putting blinders on herself?) ]

So this isn't weird to you at all, [ she asks, a little expectantly. ] In the grand scheme of pan-dimensional, multiverse, string theory whatever — you're okay with this.