"Uh-huh," Emma considered them a moment longer, with a look bordering on the suspicious. "And neither of you fine gentlemen go by Gaston, do you?" A beat. She held up a hand in defeat while her other went for her gun. As her hand moved for the gun, it flashed the sheriff's badge still fixed to her pants. "Didn't think so." She pulled the gun out, chambering a round, and then nodded.

"Big as a house, huh? It shouldn't be too hard to find, then." To Emma, it only made sense to come along - wherever this thing was, it was close enough to Storybrooke to make problems for them, and she was the sheriff. Even if she was having a teensy bit of trouble finding her own town.