"I've been well," he said politely back. He smirked when she sneezed as he knew she probably smelled the smoke on him. Ah, old habits died hard. The pack of cigarettes in his pocket sat hidden within his coat.

"How are you? How's everyone?"

He frowned and looked around, wondering if there was anyone else from Storybrooke showing up. "Is this something from the town? What is this place? I thought there wasn't any magic in the regular world. I opened my door and ended up here."