[Snow took a bit of adjusting as well, demanding to know what was going on, who else might be here in this strange new land before she eventually heads down to the feast. It doesn't take long before she picks out the familiar blonde hair, pausing for a moment to watch and confirm before she all but rushes over to her daughter. Whether Emma might recognize her herself in such different clothing, with such longer hair isn't really on the forefront of her mind that Emma is much more used to her Storybrooke counterpart. All she knows is her daughter is here. When she had anticipated likely never seeing Emma again.]
Emma! I didn't expect to find you. [Or. See her again at all.]
[Okay, yes this is a dangerous situation, hearing about the war, but Snow can't help being even the tiniest bit relieved to have Emma with her all the same. There's a pause as she notes the drinking, that lingering telltale smell of alcohol. Which is probably an initial and understandable coping method given the circumstances. That and Emma is certainly old enough. If there were even actually laws around the drinking age in such a world.]
Are you okay? I know this is....a lot to take in.
[Understatement of the century. Yes. But she tries, taking it slow and not immediately asking what happened back home. Yet.]
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Emma! I didn't expect to find you. [Or. See her again at all.]
[Okay, yes this is a dangerous situation, hearing about the war, but Snow can't help being even the tiniest bit relieved to have Emma with her all the same. There's a pause as she notes the drinking, that lingering telltale smell of alcohol. Which is probably an initial and understandable coping method given the circumstances. That and Emma is certainly old enough. If there were even actually laws around the drinking age in such a world.]
Are you okay? I know this is....a lot to take in.
[Understatement of the century. Yes. But she tries, taking it slow and not immediately asking what happened back home. Yet.]