She didn't waste any time at the station; her conversation with Emma included a genuine thanks and a quick 'not really going to get into it right now' before she tucked the box of medicine under her arm and made her way to the tavern. Thankfully, her path didn't cross with the other... not-Hansel. She'd had enough confusing awkwardness to deal with for one day- hopefully Marrowood would wait at least a little while before throwing another suckerpunch their way.
Her eyes adjusted quick to the gloom inside the pub, but she didn't need them to know where her brother always sat. Sad as it was, having a 'regular' seat in this place they wanted away from so much.
"So," she said, setting the box on the table by the mostly complete pistol and sitting herself across from him. "I guess I'm not your only twin."