"Careful. Cautious. Maybe that's a better way of saying it than 'paranoid'," Mary Margaret answers, with a slightly self-deprecating laugh. She doesn't quite know why she feels so exposed out here in the open, as though she's expecting something - or someone - to swoop down and take her. But at the same time, being outside is so freeing that it ultimately trumps the anxiety in the back of her mind, threatening to make her worry.

"Someone. So you think the island is a person, then - or some kind of being?" she asks, curiosity edging into her voice at his particular usage of the word.