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[washitaway]

[It takes him a while to figure out the console - a mechanical box of some sort, on the table in his little apartment? What newfangled technology is this now? Seems rather silly to Booker, being able to see people's faces through it. It's not any better than a telephone, and much less mobile.

It takes him a moment to realize the video feed is actually on and he can stop poking and banging at it - he frowns into the camera somewhat suspiciously, then.]

This seems like a nice enough place. I'm not looking for any trouble, but I need to find someone. A girl. Brown hair, blue eyes, a little on the small side. She answers to Elizabeth. It's important I find her.

If anyone can point me in the right direction, I'll be much obliged. If she's here.

[A brief look - of desperation, vulnerability, fear, even - crosses his face, and then he shakes it off.]

If you see her, tell her Booker's looking for her. [Then he flips off the feed abruptly.]

Comments

[jondrette]

[She looks at it curiously.] What is it? It doesn't look like any coin I have ever seen.

[washitaway]

It's a silver eagle. I don't think it's good anywhere but Columbia - the place I was before I got here.

[jondrette]

Is it real silver?

[washitaway]

I suspect so, but that doesn't mean the locals will accept it for anything.

[jondrette]

[She considers.] Could be worth something.

[washitaway]

Well, if you can help me find Elizabeth, I'll give you all the silver eagles I have. [He'll do it, too. They're not worth anything to him - he needs currency he can actually use to buy things.]

[jondrette]

Consider it done, m'sieur. I'm very good at finding lost girls.

[washitaway]

Then it's a deal.

[jondrette]

I will contact you if I find her. My name is Éponine.

[washitaway]

All right. Thank you.

[jondrette]

You're welcome.
[She cuts the feed.]