As the woman talked and showed holograms, Arthur's jaw dropped wider and wider. Merlin, however, restrained himself to little more than an eyebrow twitch as he took in and mentally filed the information. He looked over to his brother. To an average observer, there would appear to be nothing going on, but if one were to look closely, they would find that tiny motions of head, shoulders and body, facial expressions and the look in their eyes all carrying volumes of information between them in a way that only those who knew them very well could read - and that list was contained to the two of them. After a few moments, they turned back to the center of the room.

Merlin spoke.

"Well, I and my brother have had several run-ins with the Men in Black, or whatever name you wish to call them, over the course of our lives, as well as some... less savoury individuals. We're no strangers to being hunted, and we've never made too much attachment to our home of the moment. If this 'we' you refer to are being killed, it only makes sense to ensure our greatest chance of survival - though I would like to make it clear that I reserve judgement on whether or not I am part of this 'we' based on the individuals in question."

He pauses and looks to his brother, who nods.

"Now that that's out of the way, allow me to introduce myself."

He holds up a hand, and a tongue of fire flickers up. It leans back towards his wrist and turns into water, where it runs up and over his shoulders and down into his other hand where it becomes a miniature whirlwind for a moment before a bolt of lightning leaps back to the original hand and a small chunk of the floor floats up to hover above the palm.

"I am Merlin..."

Arthur reaches into his longcoat and extracts a sword that's a strange, whitish colour before swinging it around himself so fast that it's barely even a blur.

"And this is my brother Arthur."