The someone in question was Snow's mother, eyes ablaze and fire at her fingertips for whatever was causing that noise that filled her nightmares. She came hauling into the bar, hands raised and ready to fight only to see Snow whaling on Captain Jackson.

"Get. Away. From. My. Daughter." Her voice dripped with venom like to promise he touched her little girl again, she'd burn his hands off with it. Which only made it more incongruous that her no-longer-blazing hand settled at Snow's shoulder warm and steady with a silk-over-steel murmur of, "Snow."