He doesn't have much by way of vigors left, his last bottle of salts is almost completely gone, but he's got enough to make his hand spark with electricity. He's maybe got a blast or two, but right now, he's running a bluff. And then there's that gun tucked away in his shoulder holster under his jacket, that can come in pretty handy, too, if he needs it. In fact, he's all set to pull it when Elizabeth jumps between them and he has to take a step back to avoid knocking her over.
"Alright? Who the hell does he think he is, taking advantage of you like that?!" On some level that Booker's ignoring, he knows that he's overreacting. That things are different here and maybe he shouldn't be treating Elizabeth like she's a kid. But the anger and over-protectiveness that's held him together from Columbia to here won't go away and all he wants to do is haul off an punch the kid in the face for daring to kiss her without a proper courting.
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Date: 2014-08-07 04:53 am (UTC)"Alright? Who the hell does he think he is, taking advantage of you like that?!" On some level that Booker's ignoring, he knows that he's overreacting. That things are different here and maybe he shouldn't be treating Elizabeth like she's a kid. But the anger and over-protectiveness that's held him together from Columbia to here won't go away and all he wants to do is haul off an punch the kid in the face for daring to kiss her without a proper courting.