Jim didn't know how close he was on the family colors. Or maybe he did. Emma had done her research being here since catching that stupid show on stupid ABC and seeing her stupid life told before a stupid home audience. How Snow White had found out she was having a little girl and had decided to name it Emma. How Emma had been born in the middle of the curse and sent to safety, aka the middle of a highway. But she'd looked more into Snow White's fairytale as well. She hadn't believed in them much as a kid. Not much for an orphan in the foster system to believe in, really. But she'd been curious the moment Henry had told her he believed her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming. And Snow's parents had wished for a daughter with "lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony." All three colors now rested in her hands. Again, either romantic or incredibly creepy.
And then he was taking her hand and she couldn't help feeling a bit on edge. A couple of deep breaths would have helped if he hadn't kept jabbering on about his efforts to not kill her. How comforting. She was only alive because it would have been tacky to kill her? Not the smoothest way to a woman's heart. Or bed. Or checkbook, whatever the hell it was he had in mind for her.
"I remember," she pointed out, the cool blade on the edge of her tone. She wasn't likely to forget. How could she, when the memory of reading what everyone had said about him and comparing it to the man she'd met had sent her into a tailspin? Top all of that off with researching him online and discovering that man was hardly the one she'd met in the park and well...she was confused.
She had to give him credit. No man had ever gone through the trouble Jim Moriarty had for her. Awfully elaborate set up just to kill someone, though she'd seen it happen. "I imagine needing your privacy has as much to do with it as making sure no one whose hit list you're on finds you?" The Joker's actions were more immediate, making him more of a priority. But plenty of people were still working against him. She imagined he probably knew that, though. Emma figured he probably knew many things.