Even for someone who didn't know Emma all that particularly well, Jefferson knew enough of her general character to know that right now, the dear little savior was so paranoid of this place that she was forgoing giving him any sort of retern snark, angry glares, or even physical anger. Now this was something.
If it had been anyone else Jefferson wouldn't have really been that hopeful. Maybe Rumpel would know more. But Emma was stronger, she'd overcome much, and if they were going to get out of here she was their best chance.
At the moment he was in a very concentrated state of mind. Underneath, a seeping pot of boiling emotions ready to burst at the slightest notion of another obstacle. He was at his wit's end. Right now the tiny window of hope to get back to Grace was the only thing keeping him in check. And for once, not being entirely alone.
"That side looks as good as any." He shrugged, tucking the hat under his arm and turning on his heel and pointing to the nearest shop corner. It was a square indeed. They'd find something eventually. When Emma caught sight of where he'd pointed Jefferson moved to the sidewalk so they could walk along the shops, reading the names. "Grocer, nope." He craned his head around to check out what was in the window as they walked by, just to double check, see what it was.
"Cafe...I really hope it's not all food." He couldn't put it back together with food.