Emma's constant first reaction to sarcasm would always be sarcasm right back; she constantly had a witty remark for Regina, constantly had a throwaway insult for Gold, but right then she couldn't think anything past relief that at least someone else was here. Even if it was Jefferson, even if it had to be the Hatter, she could deal with that right then, because maybe he'd at least make sense this time around.
"Right, okay, sure." She wasn't really all that willing to put the gun aside, but he had a point in the fact that it likely wouldn't get them far at all if she didn't. Not that she was happy about it. Holstering it at her side, Emma took a breath, trying to calm and relax all her nerves and work back into a head space that would be helpful instead of a hindrance.
She couldn't tell just what frame of mind Jefferson was in, she needed to be level headed. "So, where do we start?"