Gritting his teeth with a growl, Booker stays where he is, glaring at the boy and breathing heavy as he tries to pull himself back from the brink. This whole situation is the last thing he ever wanted, and he's equal parts fury and embarrassment and he needs a drink. This whole thing is wrong, this whole world is wrong. Every time he thinks he's getting a hold on things, something like this happens to make him wish he's back home, where kids like Elizabeth, at least the good ones, just don't do things like this. She might be an adult in years, but she's just a kid in experience. Doesn't know what people do, what they're capable of and this... this...

"Who the hell is he? Why haven't I seen him around? When did you meet him, where?"