[ There's a sympathetic lilt to his brow, because yeah, he can get that. As much as Neal would love to see his son, he couldn't wish Henry here. Not without knowing what this place was, whether or not it was dangerous. Not if this really was the afterlife.

He scratches absently at the back of his neck, then shrugs. Gestures out vaguely. ]

Look, it's gonna be alright, right? We just gotta stick together, see what we can dig up about this place. Not like we haven't had to deal with worse than a... crappy motel, right?

[ There's a little optimism for you, Regina. On the house. ]

We figure out who brought us here, you put the fear of god in 'em, we'll get you back to Henry in no time. Just keep it together.

[ All with a forced sort of reassuring smile. ]