If he worked for Emma, that was promising. It indicated that she was in a world where Emma had influence, and was known. She had secretly always harbored a curiosity about the blond woman's home, as it seemed by description so incredibly different from the Enchanted Forest. Now that she was here, she wasn't sure how much she liked it- but that was probably the irritation talking.
Mulan's eyes squeezed at him, her hair twitching over the leather studded armor with the way her head angled at his 'pincushion' statement. "Give me no reason to attack you, and you'll be fine-" she said flatly, shifting weight from foot to foot. "And should I need it for any other reason, I suspect you won't need a warning."