"Yeah, feel free to have your opinions," she replied in a snarky manner, not bothering to acknowledge his comment about his handsome face. She didn't have to. Regardless of how true it might be, she did not need to inflate his ego. Because it was already massive. Like, probably bigger than his gigantic ship she hadn't seen yet since she was being taken from earlier than it's introduction. In any case, she still had the energy to give a less heated retort to his Cora comment.
"But whatever. If you want to work with someone like that, it's not my business."
A sigh did follow, though, upon Killian's apparent reminiscing of their 'beanstalk journey'.
"Oh, I remember. I'd just rather forget," she remarked with mild sass, though, there was some truth to it. She didn't really care for people digging into the matter of who she was. And, if she were to be completely honest at this point? Even she didn't really know.
"And why would I be embarrassed? Especially when I don't think you know as much about me as you seem to think," she retorted, raising her eyebrows at him almost as though in taunt. Or perhaps denial. No, maybe? In display of a challenge. A challenge to prove he knew jack-shit about her, because frankly? She doubted he did.
If she heard his comment about her being a troublesome blonde, she didn't let on. Instead, she focused on their new surroundings, looking around with green eyes scrutinizing everything in sight. Yeah, this definitely wasn't--
"..."
"...Right. Fantasy world. Got it," she muttered with a slow nod after an initial look of disbelief in Hook's direction, slowly averting her gaze.
"NYC is- It's not a thing. It's a place: New York City," she explained.
"A city. With lots of big buildings and lights and, you know. People," she further elaborated, awkwardly. But quickly, she shook it off, moving on.
"--Anyways. It isn't New York, I'm pretty sure, judging by the fact it seems like an island," she spoke again, taking another glance around, only to overhear America's statement of the city's alleged name. Her forehead creased with concern and thought, and she eventually spoke.
"...St. Canard? Really?" she mumbled.
"Never heard of it in my life. And I find that hard to believe, considering I've..." A pause, followed by a downward glance.
"Done a lot of travelling."
By the time she had looked again, another person was approaching where she stood near Hook. And now that she was less focused on pummeling their prior prison out of existence, well, she had a better chance to really look at what she was seeing. And what she was seeing was, well, a character from a film she knew all too well.
"....Oh my God. You're- You're Orson Krennic," she spoke in a near whisper, looking completely appalled and almost faint at the sight of the man before her. Akin to the look on her face when just hours ago, she had somehow used magic. She knew that the fairytales she knew so well were real, but this?
"Okay, Henry did not tell me Star Wars was real along with his book--"
"What?" Emma uttered at Krennic's words, looking rather appalled before slowly shaking her head.
"...Listen, bu-- Krennic. I know who you think Hook over here is, but he isn't it," she pointed out bluntly, silently hoping that the Imperial wouldn't take it the wrong way. Quickly, in the midst of her shock over the fact that the man was actually standing in front of her, she attempted to think clearly and calm down. Deep breaths. Calm.
"...He's.... From another planet. Different from yours, just with similar accents- from another galaxy." Hopefully that would mend any mistakes she made. He wouldn't be too big of a threat if she needed to take him out, but it would be ideal to avoid that. Especially in this situation.
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