She crossed her arms and turned her back on him with a huff, refusing to let this stranger see how much of an impact his words had on her. Her life on the Isle had always been trying to love up to her mother, make her proud, get her to love her. Her life in Auradon once she chose to be good, had been all about trying to live down what her mother had done and been, trying to get people to see that she could be good despite having the single most evil parent in history.

Her mother was how people had always defined her, how she defined herself. her mother, and Ben. And here, wherever here was, she had neither. And was no closer to knowing who she was than she had been when she skipped town.

Forcing her emotions down deep inside, she said only "Do you want to see this food place or not? I haven't got all day." She refused to be weak in front of someone she couldn't trust. And she had more fingers than people she could trust. In any world. And frankly? None of them were there.