[ all they have left to rely on in this world are their instincts, but Emma's tell her that Peggy is someone who she might be able to relate to. the fact that she didn't run at her initial introduction of fairytale talk is enough for Storybrooke's former savior to know that the woman has her own colorful history, and she doesn't have to share that for Emma to understand that it's there.

her idea of exciting is a little more than a snowman, but the description still prompts a wry smirk. not-a-snowman being the highlight of her day probably says a lot about what she finds on the outskirts.]

The most I'm protecting the city against is drunken fighting and bad decisions.

[ she shrugs, looking over her targets. it's better than nothing.]

I've been alright. Trying to get a sense of this place without having to ask for it, which mostly translates to realizing that if the people in this world didn't have something to argue about, they'd just invent it.