’ Unless you’ve dealt in politics, or have been
anywhere near Storybrooke, Maine — I doubt
I’m as familiar as you think. '
And really, you’d know if you’d met Regina Mills
before. Regardless of her own cocky confidence,
she speaks with a soft tongue and a distant gaze,
watching the others attempt to start a fire… and
failing rather miserably.
❝ Not my area of e x p e r t i s e.
and I have never visited such—
a lovely town, I am sure. ❞
She directed her eyes along the line of sight of
the other woman. A huff from her lips even though
she knew she couldn't have set the fire better herself.
Still it was easy to judge from afar and so many had
already been scrutinized under her dark gaze.
❝ Morons. Imagine if they
were here by themselves. ❞