Arthur makes a thoughtful noise, indeed guessing that maybe persons worthy of reputations are persons she might not be thrilled to see. He's not sure it would be the same for him - he knows the names of plenty of royals and lords in Europe, but hasn't met many. The chances of more than the ones nearby in England having heard what befell Vortigern and who replaced him are slim. It'd make them ships passing in the night, here, and he thinks he'd be all right with that.

"Maybe whatever magic - excuse me, 'science' - runs those things is trying to compensate for the overwhelming number of people from something like Earth instead of your Westeros, but is really bad at it."

Nothing with godlike powers can be infallible, after all. Even gods.

He adds lightly, "I met Baelish. What a weirdo."