The name gives Booker momentary pause - he's heard it before, he's sure of it, but among which of the centuries of useless trivia, he's not sure. "Kit," he says, and there's a 50/50 chance he'll remember to use it, next time.

"God," Booker clarifies. "Both," he amends. "But I've glimpsed madness and know it's real, but God..." that's more of a mystery. "Best to avoid both, really."

If there's any sort of danger, Booker's more likely to throw himself in front of it, level of association be damned. He doesn't throw a bad punch either, though given the state of some of the people he's seen around here... it looks like he might have to do the fighting for both of them, but he's been surprised by people before so he doesn't put much weight into it.

Inside the doors to the kitchen is what amounts to a buffet, two plats at the end of the counter they're closest too, still warm as if they'd been laid just for them. No trace of a presence inside the kitchen, and thoughts of danger completely fade away with the portions of food laid out. "Damn."