Booker catches that one - the impression of understanding, and he twist around so that his back is against the bar, sipping at his drink. No, this wasn't a particularly great audience for an interrogation, even if there was someone out there who had enough wits about them to offer up any information.
Still. It wasn't all too bad to have someone around who didn't get instantly squeamish at the thought of the vaguely unscrupulous.
"I'm Booker," he tells her, by way of answer - the last time he spilled a secret a mad scientist maimed and tortured his family, and would have in perpetuity if they hadn't been rescued; he had no desires to be repeating those mistakes.
no subject
Booker catches that one - the impression of understanding, and he twist around so that his back is against the bar, sipping at his drink. No, this wasn't a particularly great audience for an interrogation, even if there was someone out there who had enough wits about them to offer up any information.
Still. It wasn't all too bad to have someone around who didn't get instantly squeamish at the thought of the vaguely unscrupulous.
"I'm Booker," he tells her, by way of answer - the last time he spilled a secret a mad scientist maimed and tortured his family, and would have in perpetuity if they hadn't been rescued; he had no desires to be repeating those mistakes.