He hadn't really thought about how this introduction would have gone--had he found Elizabeth in Columbia. Only that he had to snag her and run like hell out of there before either of them got shot. The floating city of Columbia, a pure and righteous place, the mechanics of science and magic or whatever nonsense they used to keep the buildings up and up. The only thing he felt for Columbia was a real fear of the city flying overhead and Columbia's shit raining down on him--literally or figuratively. He had enough to deal with in New York without some damn city in the clouds making his life any harder with haughty judgements causing conflict in the space between heaven and earth.
However, here Elizabeth was never minding his earth-dwelling unfortunate background and seeking for some company while they discover this tree--house of a home. Damn, he needed to really look over that Loki made explanation again. It was just all really overwhelming that subtle technical facts such as exactly what earth they were on seemed to go one ear and out the other.
Once he was past this initial shock he might absorb more of the information offered to him. Such as this bracelet around his wrist that made him think twice about hacking up his sleeve.
Booker took a hesitant step forward, his eyes mostly on her and the swing of her hair beneath that fat bow and all he could think to respond with was: "I'd stay away from whatever has the natives turning grey." His eyes then looked ahead as he fell into some awkward pace behind her at the command of her tug to his sleeve.
"Call me .. Booker." He watched her hand jerking at his sleeve but he was only going so fast and was not all together motivated to jog ahead just yet. Usually he reserved his energy for running when someone was chasing him. Or he was chasing them, whatever came first.
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However, here Elizabeth was never minding his earth-dwelling unfortunate background and seeking for some company while they discover this tree--house of a home. Damn, he needed to really look over that Loki made explanation again. It was just all really overwhelming that subtle technical facts such as exactly what earth they were on seemed to go one ear and out the other.
Once he was past this initial shock he might absorb more of the information offered to him. Such as this bracelet around his wrist that made him think twice about hacking up his sleeve.
Booker took a hesitant step forward, his eyes mostly on her and the swing of her hair beneath that fat bow and all he could think to respond with was: "I'd stay away from whatever has the natives turning grey." His eyes then looked ahead as he fell into some awkward pace behind her at the command of her tug to his sleeve.
"Call me .. Booker." He watched her hand jerking at his sleeve but he was only going so fast and was not all together motivated to jog ahead just yet. Usually he reserved his energy for running when someone was chasing him. Or he was chasing them, whatever came first.