Mary Margaret looks like she's about to jitter right out of her neat little cardigan, she's so antsy, and Emma's eyes are big with curiosity as she watches and listens, surprise making her eyebrows skyrocket at the words that come blurting out of her friend's mouth.

David actually left Kathryn?

Wow. That's a lot more decent of him than she'd given him credit for. Not so great for Kathryn, maybe, but at least he isn't drawing it out and sinking deeper into the lie.

Not that Mary Margaret's making much sense, and she keeps going before Emma can respond, so Emma lifts a hand, trying to calm her rush of words.

"Hey, slow down."