The Hatter took a nice refreshing drink from his mug before setting it down on the table to answer her questions, adjusting the scarf around his neck that covered the scar from the Red Queen, letting the tea warm his hands. "Originally, I'm from the Enchanted Forrest. Before that, Storybrooke, Maine." This should be an interesting topic. "I've been here...a little over a month or so? Maybe longer? Unfortunately, the days have been bleeding into each other and I found keeping track of the time was only souring my mood."
"My name is Jefferson, delighted to meet you." Though he didn't make any gesture to indicate so, Jefferson was just..sick of the whole situation. This hadn't been the first time he was stuck in another world, away from his daughter, against his will. Time spent in the curse in Storybrooke in isolation had hardened him to a point of a very lackadasical demeanor and certainly much more pessimistic. "Where do you come from? I take it you're fairly new."