[ Sharon felt the woman on her periphery. Her instinct at the touch is to react defensively. Twist, grab, put pressure between the bones in Emma's wrist--
Emma. Sharon inhales sharply. She doesn't get much, not yet. Just the name and the sense of friendship that comes with it. But she knows Emma Swan.
She turns, brushing her hair back with both hands. Keeping up the charade of nerves, even in the face of someone familiar. ]
I seem to have left my clothes at the police station.
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Emma. Sharon inhales sharply. She doesn't get much, not yet. Just the name and the sense of friendship that comes with it. But she knows Emma Swan.
She turns, brushing her hair back with both hands. Keeping up the charade of nerves, even in the face of someone familiar. ]
I seem to have left my clothes at the police station.