Booker. It was a nice name, she thought, though calling him that seemed far too personal for having only just met. Elizabeth smiled politely up at him, looking his face, neck, shirt and vest over with some interest before her gaze was ahead once again. "Were you on your way to find something to eat before we met?" Elizabeth asked him.

She had finally let go of his sleeve, though she remained close by. Before Booker had much of a chance to answer Elizabeth was speaking again. "What a coincidence, don't you think? Or perhaps not. Still, I feel glad I think that we have met. We were supposed to have met, it would seem." Elizabeth turned her smile up at him again. "Don't you think?"