"I'm a fairly recent arrival," he said. Atlas turned his head, surveying the shelves of the store. He knew about general stores. This, at least, was familiar. There was so much that wasn't, and so much he would have to be excessively careful about. He picked up an item off the shelf, examining it as he continued to speak. "Name's Allastair MacMurray. I belong with Emma Swan and her family." Atlas put the item back and turned to the girl once more.
He put his thumbs under his suspenders. "I'm afraid I'm also the one missing my daughter." He let his expression soften as he sighed. "It happens, I reckon. Plenty of people seem to tell me it's better. But, you know." He shrugged a little awkwardly. "She's the only family I've got left, outside of Emma and her family, and they don't remember me."
Plastering on a resigned sort of quasi-smile, he looked around the store once more. "Suppose there are worse jobs to have, though. Do you like it here? I mean, you know, insofar as such a place can be liked."