"Hey," she knew that it was getting to that point. Knew that things were absolutely reaching the point where they were at their wits end. She'd come dangerously close to it herself a few times. But there was usually something to pull them back, and up until recently, Killian had Ariel to do that. She had Jefferson, more so since she lost Snow to this place and it's decisions to just toy with them. "We'll get out of here."
They had to, even if it was just a notion of what they would eventually just be ejected from, with no memory or marks to bear the scar of it all. Emma would gladly forget the horror this place subjected them to. But until then it was a matter of keeping their sanity intact.
"It's not gonna kick us in the teeth, it's not gonna win." Even now, she refused to roll over and play dead. Taking away Snow, taking away Ariel, thrusting Neal into this just to rip him away in a horrific manner, but still tangible for now. All very steady methods of torture to just chip away at them at their weakest points.
There just wasn't something for them to do right then. "C'mon," gentle hand at Killian's elbow, Emma tried to urge him towards the door, sure that some alcohol -as bad an idea as it might be- would help a little for the both of them. Even just to steady out their nerves a little before they settled down to wait. "We'll go wait for him, hopefully it won't take too long." She needed to find somewhere to wash her face and drown a few sorrows.