[It's all abruptly more movement than they'd had since they entered the cabin, and the space is barely large enough for it. It's not possible to just continue ignoring the matter, even if Gold is still reluctant to follow any direction on dealing with Hook. Instead, he finds himself drawn into staring at the spectacle of Regina throwing the facsimile of Milah into the far wall, some kind of macabre fascination in seeing two quarters of his life warring. Of seeing someone else responsible for harm to a woman he'd killed.
The crash of broken glass cuts through, pulling his gaze away, the force Regina had thrown out hitting some of the windows as well as Milah, shattering the panes and letting fresh sea-air into the cabin. Unless Hook has some secret door hidden in the wood panels, it's the first thing that's looked like a way out since they arrived. Gold moves, finally, to Emma's side, gesturing towards the windows with the handle of his cane.]
Our exit, I believe.
[Then he looks at Hook with an expression somewhere between distaste and begrudging acceptance, realising he may actually be willing to assist in hauling the damn pirate up and out, if it would speed things up.]
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The crash of broken glass cuts through, pulling his gaze away, the force Regina had thrown out hitting some of the windows as well as Milah, shattering the panes and letting fresh sea-air into the cabin. Unless Hook has some secret door hidden in the wood panels, it's the first thing that's looked like a way out since they arrived. Gold moves, finally, to Emma's side, gesturing towards the windows with the handle of his cane.]
Our exit, I believe.
[Then he looks at Hook with an expression somewhere between distaste and begrudging acceptance, realising he may actually be willing to assist in hauling the damn pirate up and out, if it would speed things up.]