Surviving isn't living

"How observant of you. Have you ever considering a pastime of training the castle guards?" Killian quipped, his tone light as he teased her. "You have it all wrong, Princess. I’m only here for the sights.” He winked. “Whilst looking for you back in Storybrooke, the Queen spoke of her kingdom like it was most magnificent place in the universe. As my experience with lands all over is bountiful, I’ve come to determine whether or not that was just personal bias.”

Think maybe he missed me?

"As I told your sister, love, I’m not drunk. Don’t underestimate a pirate’s tolerance for rum," Killian suggested, though he knew his crooked walk had given away that he wasn’t entirely sober. Arching a brow at Anna, his lips twisted in a smirk at her implications. "The answer to your question, I imagine, will differ greatly depending on which of us you ask. And as the Queen’s answer holds more weight than mine, there is little point in asking me."

From what little she had met of Killian Jones, Anna knew that he was sneaky, she was going to have to have her wits about her. She straightened her back and held her head tall; maybe she wasn't as formidable as Elsa, but she was still a princess. "The way you staggered down the corridor told a different story." Anna took a step closer towards him; pirates went wherever the profit was, did they not? They followed treasure, Anna wondered what treasure Killian was after, and smiled. "I guess that means you're not here to see the sights then? A royal appointment," Anna whistled. "Why ever you're here, it must be pretty important."