Moreta did know about Jack the Ripper.  They had covered him briefly, in Introduction to Humanity.  She quite liked the idea of leading a tour group around Whitechapel, though she was far more likely to do better leading a group around a planet she did know well.  It was obvious that this human had decided she was some sort of tour guide.  She let the misconception go, for the moment.  It was a little hard to explain that she was a time lord, visiting here by way of Tardis.<br/><br/>The woman brought her back a large piece of human confection.  She took a bite and immediately knew that she loved this baklava, even more than she had liked the gyro.  The woman returned and offered her some coffee.  She had tried coffee before, and though it must be a taste only suited to human taste buds.  She shook her head no, as the other woman's face turned a funny shade of red.  She was obviously embarrassed, and rather lovely, come to think of it.<br/><br/>Moreta took another bite of the baklava, and wondered if the woman realized how delicious it was.  Surely such a confection deserved to be famous, at least here in London, if not further afield.  She was determined to take an entire pan of the confection with her when she left the restaurant.<br/><br/>"So have you been on these tours yourself?  I am sure that they are quite lovely and dark!"  She almost shivered in anticipation of seeing the dark side of humanity played out in front of her.  Sure, the crimes had been horrendous, but still, he was a fascinating figure.  The woman's words came to her mind though.  This Rodge did not approve of fascination with the Ripper.  Suddenly Moreta felt somewhat foolish.