"Did you say Emma Swan?" That name. The small flame of relief that came with the words flickered half a second after thinking on it. Had the sheriff been sent through a portal to this place as well? Or the more favorable possibility- had Mulan herself been sent to Emma's world.
That, she could handle a little better. A foothold would not be so difficult when she had the acquaintance (and esteem) of a local, especially one in authority. Mulan stoically sheathed her sword, then removed her helmet; it held tucked under her arm as she gave the boy the closest expression she had to 'slightly apologetic'.