When she's released, Emma takes her seat and eyes the tavern. Her head occasionally tilts to the side, like there's a fly buzzing around her, or someone whispering in her ear. The battle of the voices never seems to stop, even in a place so full. She hears Red over the dim, though, and green eyes return to her friend instead.

Is she okay? Honestly, no. Maybe she wasn't okay before all this, even, and she's definitely not okay now. Emma falls into stilted silence, and the tavern eats up the absence of noise, but that doesn't keep the pause from being unnoticed. She feels as if she almost owes her the truth... she's dangerous now, a monster. She's already slipped and used magic, without even trying. She knows how easily emotion can make her lose control, and as long as Red is close to her she's in the crossfire.

Emma swallows and looks down at her hands. She does owe Red the truth, she just isn't sure it's wise to give it in the middle of a busy tavern. "Once we get a room, there's something we've got to talk about." She can't mention it now, but she will. "Now how about that trichinosis stew?"