Now it was Regina's turn to blink. Apparently he knew Pan, but was neither a Lost Boy, nor one of her people, nor... well, perhaps. "You're from Neverland, or you've been there, then." She supposed it hardly mattered, except that he might know who she'd been. "It seems we know so people in common. Pan is, definitely, a pain."

If her smile had faded, her expression was no less friendly when she gestured toward the cafe. "Are you hungry? We could have something to eat and you could tell me about yourself."