Team Jeff!
Jefferson's face softened at Emma's squeeze, but unfortunately he couldn't offer her much more than that, not until they'd had their curiosity sated with this mark and were once again safe. With no casualties. If any of them died on his behalf, well, there'd be no forgiving that, would there?
As Snow commanded, he kept his eyes set on the rift, shifting only when Hook and she noticed the growls and rumbles of a despicable looking thing.
At this moment he found himself wishing for James and his arsenal of weapons. With his twin gone, he didn't have that gun he'd 'borrowed' anymore -- not that he was confident it'd do anything, and he left the hat back at the apartment with the assumption there'd be no time to use it as a bailout.
"Oh, that looks promising." He nodded devoutly towards the charging angry beast as it charged them. Clearly perturbed by Snow's shot. He watched the two at the front with a weary look, glancing back once to Emma and behind them, very much not alright with the very sacrificial layout of this team up.