Emma doesn't catch sight of Luna until the very last moment. She's stopped short and the girl's gaze paralyzes her for a moment. Emma isn't sure why she's so scared in those few seconds, probably because she's reminded of herself. Maybe she was looking at herself.

But the glasses, the vacant expression, and then suddenly, the superhero?

Everything just got a whole lot weirder, and the more it did, the more she was at ease. This was actually a nightmare. A tear does escape before she can wipe them away stubbornly, not allowing herself to feel scared in front of these apparitions.

"I'm dreaming." she mutters, half to herself, half to her new company.

"I'm dreaming, you both look like you've walked out of one of Henry's comic books. This is what I get for eating before going to sleep." Or having a liiiiittle too much tequila with the good Captain. That's a whole different story.