[Booker doesn't seem offended by her curtness. There's something about the way tension deflates from his shoulders that make him seem slightly... relieved?
He's about to say that he doesn't have time to sit and drink tea, but then it hits him that, if he's been transplanted into this universe mysteriously and indefinitely, he has all the time in the world. Where else is he supposed to go?
That epiphany hits him, and something about his demeanor shows its tiredness when it does. He looks to the sofa behind him, unsure what to do, but finally relents and walks over, sinking into it.
He bones feel exponentially tired almost immediately.] ...You seen a girl around here?
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He's about to say that he doesn't have time to sit and drink tea, but then it hits him that, if he's been transplanted into this universe mysteriously and indefinitely, he has all the time in the world. Where else is he supposed to go?
That epiphany hits him, and something about his demeanor shows its tiredness when it does. He looks to the sofa behind him, unsure what to do, but finally relents and walks over, sinking into it.
He bones feel exponentially tired almost immediately.] ...You seen a girl around here?