Emma was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice a rather handsome gentleman joining her at the table she sat at. She turned from the fireplace to face him. "Not lonely, just thinking." She said, giving him a smile. She was thankful for the tattered dress she wore and the brown cloak, otherwise people would recognize her as the princess. She knew by now her parents had to have been searching for her, and they had to have posters up of Emma's face, but that was a good thing. The Evil Queen would see and she'd leave her parents alone, and hopefully only come after her, and when she did, Emma would be prepared and ready to fight back.

She laughed when he mentioned the bar being rowdy. "I'm use to it, I grew up in a rowdy environment." She said, which was only half true. Being the daughter of the King and Queen was difficult. She hardly got to see her parents because they were always so busy handling with villager complaints and other royal stuff they had to do. She smiled when he got her a drink. "Well, thank you, but you didn't have too." She said, her eyes burning into his. She noticed one hand missing, replace with a hook. "What happened?" She asked, directing her eyes to the hook. 

The barmaid brought them their drinks. Emma have her a 'thank you' nod and took a sip. "I'm Em-, Laura." She said, not wanting to tell him her real name. If anyone found out who she was, she'd be brought back to the castle for sure. "I saw your ship- very nice." She said, sitting back in her chair. She crossed her legs, drink in one hand, the other resting on the table.