There have been times, here and there, when Snow has considered whether it might be good for the Interlopers to elect some form of leadership — not out of a desire to control everything herself, but because even Fabletown, eventually, had found itself in need of someone to oversee things, to listen to concerns, to be an advocate. Granted, the Fable who had initially been elected mayor had been more concerned with lining his own pockets than helping the less fortunate among them, but he also isn't mayor anymore for that reason, among others.

Either way, maybe it's something that she should propose, once everyone is in a position to have a meeting about it — a council, rather than one person at the head of their group. Something more democratic, and reflective of who the Interlopers are as a community.

"No, they haven't gotten through. Or they have, and it somehow hasn't made its way to us." She's pulled from her brief reverie by Bigby's musing, and now can't make up her mind about which would be worse — not hearing from them at all, or knowing that they'd tried to reach out and been met with something blocking their efforts.

"I can't decide if I'd rather they knew we were gone," she adds, with a sigh, and after another moment, she shifts in her seat so that she can rest her head on his shoulder, nuzzling there before she overthinks the initiation. "Maybe it has something to do with the Aurora?"