Scottish, but certainly not sounding so. She's grown used to this with future times.

To be friends with a doctor at all is always something to be pursued. Having already grown fond of Beverly, she can only think it good luck to further find more aid. Just as her world can never have too many artists, nor can there be too many soldiers or doctors.

Stepping even closer, quickly sizing him up with a glance and a smile more cheeky in it's presentation, she offers her right hand, and flicks out her skirt with her other, knees dipping just slightly.

"I am Anne Boleyn, and ever am I graced to meet you, Doctor. I am already indebted with my life and my prayers to your clinic and the most brilliant and dearly honored Doctor Crusher."