Laurel bit her lip, taking in the way Emma asked that question. She'd seen hatred and fear of others up close. The metahumans in Central City were still so new, but she'd seen the city start to embrace the Flash. As for the last world, she'd seen a bit of both-some were recognized as heroes, some regarded with fear. She wondered how much prejudice Emma had faced because of what she could do.
They finished eating and went on their way. Laurel marveled inwardly at the village-though Emma could probably hear that anyways.
"It looks like some sort of theme park location," she muttered. She looked around at the shops and what looked like a workshop with elves traveling in and out.
"So what do you want to look at first?" There wasn't much control to be had in this situation, but she didn't mind deferring to Emma for the time being. It was a small gesture to attempt to make the young woman feel a little more comfortable.