Joan is only vaguely aware of the idea that people drawn here are from entirely different worlds, but this conversation cracks that revelation like an egg. It's the only way to get through it. She has to acknowledge string theory, or whatever it's called. Her, Joan Dority, high school dropout, standing in front of proof of other universes.

And they sound so fucking disappointing.

"So you're, like, from a romance novel? They're forcing you to marry a duke with a huge dick?"