"What, you don't want to introduce yourself?" Bell asks Sherlock dryly.
"She has known my name since she first saw me. Haven't you," she says to Elizabeth.
"Not quite. The Sherlock I know is a boy. I had to do some translating first."
Bell laughs. "Well. I think Sherlocks and Tonies are probably useful enough that having two of each couldn't hurt. I don't suppose I look familiar?"
"I've never met one either, but I've heard a fair amount about my template and its variants secondhand, and we tend to be empresses with considerable magic power to throw around. Lucky me, I get born in a world with no magic."
"Maybe you don't have one of me," shrugs Bell. "Or she's too young to have taken over yet."
"Uh, be nice to her," advises Bell. "We are by all accounts good at running worlds. People tell me this even when it's clear I'm not an empress and don't have magic and won't smite them for being insulting, so it's not just nervousness talking."
"Do you routinely have people assassinated?" inquires Bell neutrally.
"That's good then. What time frame are we looking at for borrowing your Sherlock and Tony, may I ask? Is this a lean-out-the-door-and-yell, or a hope-we-run-into-each-other?"
"More the latter. First I have to convince them to be interested. I'm afraid Sherlock doesn't like me very much."
"You'll have to tell him about this one and her Tony. And also about how very terrible a world he'd be helping to fix," Bell says. "I hope that would at least help."
"Oh, he'll be fine once I explain it to him. It's getting him to listen in the first place that's the trick."