[ a nervous voice from within utters: "C-come in." and regina does the honors of pushing the door open and stepping past emma as if she's in charge here. it's a small shack like most in the shadow village, with probably all of four rooms, sparsely furnished. the voice seems to have come from the kitchen. ] Hello? [ regina's lips curl up in disgust at the impoverished state of things and she quickly pulls her hand off the door handle and rubs her fingers together as if to remove a layer of filth from them. ]
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