Today's bounty was a fighter and all Booker wants is a tumbler of whiskey. Maybe the whole bottle. He's got a bruise on his jaw, scraped skin on his knuckles, and for the first time since arriving in this crazy place, someone actually shot at him. Hell, if it wasn't for that shield thing the Lutece's put on him, they might have hit him. All in all, this hasn't been the best of days and he's actually looking forward to letting Elizabeth fuss over his bruises and scrapes. He has to admit, having her study to be a nurse has been useful more than once.

What he doesn't want is to walk into his apartment and see sweet little Elizabeth in the arms of some man, which is what actually happens. He's too tired to corral his shock and anger and before he even has time to think the action through, he's grabbing for the guy to pull him off.

"Get away from her!"