Why was she apologizing? Of course she was angry. Even ignoring the cast and the crutches, they always arrived in some combination of angry, confused, or afraid. Frankly the ones who kept their cool--or were excited, because some people were just that fucking dumb--were the ones Snow was leery of. The only people who didn't react badly to suddenly and inexplicably being somewhere they shouldn't were... unsettling.

Even more noteworthy, though, was the fact that she knew what was happening. And most of all, not many people actually complimented Snow's gun.

Snow took the offered hand. "I call her Rose Red," she said. It felt natural to introduce it first. "I'm Snow White. Did you come from Gotham?" Though she supposed when she'd left it, Gotham hadn't exactly been a pocket dimension anymore.