There's a thinly veiled curl of her lips when Henry has the audacity to pull away from her. She is his mother, regardless of what anyone else thinks. She remembers every moment of his childhood just as her better half does. In fact, she probably remembers them better. After all, it had to be her stronger side that withstood so many sleepless nights.

"I am your mother, and she tried to hurt me first. I thought I'd raised you better than this Henry, not to judge until you know all the facts." She makes a disapproving sound, slowly turning her head to look at the building around them, the place they've wound up.

"When you say you all did.. who exactly. Is.. Regina here?"