Team Jeff!
Taking a swig of rum himself, from the flask he kept in his pocket pretty much all the time, Killian was now all set to creep toward the hellmouth that had been ripped open in their quaint little town. One of the hellmouths - how delightful. "As you wish, fearless leader," he remarked to Emma, since he was used to that sort of thing anyway from her - she'd asserted herself as the leader of their ragtag crew in Neverland too; he saw no reason why he should argue.
Thus, taking the front with Snow it was. He drew his sword, matching her stance as they led the way, and for now it was clear but Hook had a feeling it wouldn't stay that way.
Especially because he heard the hungry sniiiiiffff of a creature who had seemingly picked up the scent of something tasty. Then a snarl and a growl, a low rumble, thunder rolling in the distance - he looked to his right, and did he see another pair of eyes?
"Starboard side," he informed the others and just steady as she goes, they'd be fine. Maybe.