"No," he responded slowly, carefully, "No, I wasn't."

He knew better than to trust gingers. But gingers sort of fell into the same category as sorcerers so Merlin did have a slight heart for them. He stopped and took in the sight: certainly dressed odd. Perhaps that was the sort of dress women wore in this...wherever this was.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

More importantly, how does one get back to Albion?