[Emma felt...out of place. Hardly surprising given the last time she had been in a place like the Drabwurld, she hadn't been able to do a damn thing, and like with the Enchanted Forest and Neverland, she found herself following rather than leading. Even though it was pretty much her quest, Snow had insisted on coming along...part of her wanted to call her mom but she was still tentative on that. It was hard to simply erase twenty eight years of loneliness.
The sword at her hip was heavier than the gun she was used to carrying, but bullets were useless here. She'd learned that in their own worlds as well and while her swordswomanship wasn't that great, she didn't like the idea of traveling unarmed, despite her mother being a brilliant archer (she'd seen her shoot an ogre between the eyes okay? Anyone would be amazed by that, by someone defending them after having to look after themselves for over half their life).
Emma looks up when she's shaken from her thoughts by Snow's voice, looking at the hand before reaching gingerly to take it.]
Uh, yeah. I'm, ah, doing good. Feels just like old times.
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The sword at her hip was heavier than the gun she was used to carrying, but bullets were useless here. She'd learned that in their own worlds as well and while her swordswomanship wasn't that great, she didn't like the idea of traveling unarmed, despite her mother being a brilliant archer (she'd seen her shoot an ogre between the eyes okay? Anyone would be amazed by that, by someone defending them after having to look after themselves for over half their life).
Emma looks up when she's shaken from her thoughts by Snow's voice, looking at the hand before reaching gingerly to take it.]
Uh, yeah. I'm, ah, doing good. Feels just like old times.