There were things...things you could never unlearn. Like terror so strong you had to kill it rather than turn your back on it. Seeing that terror in Snow's eyes now, Regina felt fear's handmaiden, fury, rising--

And carefully looking away from what her brain wanted to call "one more dead peasant," she murmured, "Close your eyes, Snow," and drew her in against her body. When Snow would hopefully not be able to see the magic that might set her off further, Regina flipped her wrists to summon the mists that would teleport them both away.

As the purple smoke closed around her, Jackson might have heard her say, "I'll speak to you later." By then she might be less bloody-minded and willing to listen to him too.