Really, Emma contemplated taking Regina to Marrowood, where everything was trying to kill them. Wandering through the asylum that had held her and Killian hostage until they'd bled enough for it to release them. But that would mean she needed to go back there, and Emma wasn't entirely sure she wanted to do that either. "C'mon, we'll go get some coffee."
She could just play this nice, wait until the next horrid thing happened and Regina would see for herself. Since there was always going to be something happening.
"There's me, Ruby, Killian and Jefferson." And Emma knew that Jefferson would not take too well to Regina's presence. And she couldn't really blame him either. "August and Mary Margaret were here, but... they went home a while ago." Starting down the street, Emma gave a small shrug. These things happened after all.