It was no more the time to consider the knot that tied itself in his stomach at the sight of her smile than it was to allow his hand to linger more than a moment at her shoulder, the recognition of the former pushed away as he removed the latter with a purposeful lack of haste. Storybrooke had had them as acquaintances and little more, and whatever else he might have remembered or thought, there was nothing of a recognition beyond that in her eyes. Emma and Snow- no, Mary Margaret had believed he was crazy when he had attempted to tell them what he remembered, and while he wanted to try to tell Ruby everything in the hopes that she would remember something, anything, he wasn't fool enough to risk her thinking him crazy too.

Focusing instead on her question, he nodded, but did no more than open his mouth to answer before movement out of the corner of his eye had him turning to see who it might have been.

In the lapse of a second Graham was glad he had never addressed the man by name in their old world. Spoken to him, helped him, but never had to figure out which name to call him by - whether it was the lie of Prince 'James' or Snow's moniker of 'Charming.' It gave him one less chance to trip up and say anything that might raise either Ruby's or the man's suspicions if he too was still under the Curse. "Mr. Nolan," he chose instead, trying not to look too interested in what reaction the name might spark. "You've been here...for awhile now?"