"No girl likes being interrupted during dinner in her nightgown, Jack, not just the impossible ones," Emma yelled through the door, once again ignoring any illusion of privacy.

In her defense, it was a small hotel suite, and she didn't even need her powers to hear them talking.

She reappeared a moment later, dressed in a blouse and skirts - with pants under them for warmth and movement - and made a grab for Jack's boots. "I am not lacing those dratted boots of mine back up," she announced, and the way she bent over made it rather obvious she'd taken Jack's suggestion and abandoned the corset, too.