[If the injury check wasn't complete bullshit, he'd find that she's completely unharmed. Falling into a random hotel room isn't her idea of a good time, but it was harmless and surprisingly unprompted. Emma doesn't know who would do this, because it's not all bad, at least not right now. They've fought their way out of scarier places than a beat-up hotel. This is actually closer to what they're used to than the person pulling the strings could ever realize.

Or maybe they do realize it. There's no one popping up to reveal their insidious plans - that makes it hard for either of them to know for sure.]

...I got thrown into a room on the second floor. There are others here, but I haven't run into anyone from Storybrooke yet.

[He's the first, so what does that mean? She lifts her shoulders as if to point out that his guess is as good as hers. Guessing is just about all they can do right now. And yeah, Emma feels a little better when he doesn't entirely let go. If he's not going to, she doesn't have to. She doesn't want to, either, so her hands rest flat against his back and she stays close, looking Neal over to see that he's exactly the way she remembers him.

Pretty good for a dead guy.]

If Henry is here, we'll find him. We'll figure this out.