"Oh, right.. right.. sorry. " She murmurs. Boy she felt like she kept stepping in it. Or putting her hind paw/foot in her mouth. She sighs softly.

And tries to snuggle closer, "Back home, my leige Lord and Lady is Queen snow and Prince Charming. " She murmurs softly with a slight twitch of a smirk. "Most folks would think us merely stories or oddities anyway. " She murmurs softly in a wry sort of way.

And tries not to think of those who might think them experiment subjects or pests. If they ever found Storybrooke.