"Huh." Booker slipped the photograph into his vest pocket. It was a terrible photo of her, especially compared to seeing her in person. "Elizabeth," but it was enough to reveal her to him. "Well, I came to save you from your iron cage but looks like you were let out.." He brought his now free hand to scratch gently at his chin and he shifted his weight, "If it's all the same to you, Elizabeth, I don't reckon it matters anymore who I am.. and what I intended." They weren't on Columbia and Booker wasn't dumb enough to think he had any sort of control of escaping this place with a girl in tow. If it were as simple as taking the next elevator-chair-thing down to earth he might be tempted.
But his debt wasn't going to be answered for here, no point in trying.
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But his debt wasn't going to be answered for here, no point in trying.