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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.]

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[washitaway]

I haven't had good experiences with preachers, so I might not be the best judge.

[Vague shrug.]

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[grigio]

I generally avoid them. They're a little too 'end is nigh' for me back home.


[That sort of thing seemed like they'd given up and weren't preachers supposed to be rays of hope or some shit?]

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[washitaway]

Plenty of that where I come from, too.

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[grigio]

Where are you from, anyway?

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[washitaway]

New York.