"We should, yes." Diana looked over her shoulder once more, wanting to make doubly sure that for now, they and the rest of the town were safe, before turning back to Emma and gesturing to the sidewalk.
She was used to circumstances like these as a way to bond people together, shared experiences and triumph and all that, but the mood -- at least, from her perspective -- was tense, perhaps rightly so. Things like that weren't supposed to happen, and Diana was all too aware that the occurrences were not the biggest picture here. There was someone, or something, pulling the strings.
And if that wasn't enough to worry about yet, Emma had been a bit more... tetchy just now. Circumstances allowing, of course, and Diana wondered if an inquiry would be well-received or not. Better to ask than to not, though, or at least to hint, so she glanced over once more as they started to return to the station.
"Did you have occurrences like this in Storybrooke? The magical disasters you mentioned?"