"The people who made us do not seem to think that way. But maybe." There were a lot of existential questions about her maker. If that's not the way she was supposed to be, did it meant that she would never ever actually feel that way? Of course her and Sarah were the set of clones that had been messed up. Twins. She was the mirror of Sarah. And they were both apparently fertile when they were supposed to be unable to have children like the rest of the clones. She didn't know the answer to that either.
To say she could take care of herself was an understatement, but that didn't mean she wouldn't appreciate someone sticking up for her. Not many people had. And it was always good to have someone on your side when bad things were going on. If he helped her, then she would help him. That was just the way it was.
She didn't have much experience with it either, save for this new stuff. Perhaps Storybrooke would allow them both to get to know people in a more intimate way. Friends even. She'd never really had a friend before. Hopefully she could control it, and not lash out at people. She thought she could, but one never knew what might set her off. Peace didn't seem like something that was going to happen for a long time.
"Probably not. They like to just have fun and laugh. Run around, I think." She slowed herself down to a stop and looked around. "Do you go on merry-go-round?"