[Regina would probably, in all likelihood, be lying if she said she wasn't glad to see Emma. If only because that meant there was someone other than her here who should have magic. Except with her here, Henry's parent-less in Storybrooke.]

I have no idea what this is other than a mass kidnapping. And if we're both here, then our son is stuck with your parents to keep him alive.

[It's not that she doesn't think they're capable, it's just that she'd rather be there with him; being reunited with him for just a couple of weeks isn't enough after a year without him.]

I'm as fine as I can be with magic that doesn't work in a place with no windows and no doors. At least none that go anywhere useful.