Booker doesn't know what to do with that information. He looks a bit in shock, leaning against the entrance to the kitchen with one arm.]
2014? [He's in the 2000s?!]
I- [He pauses, still processing this. It would explain a lot, in retrospect. The odd design choices, the strange technology -- like that glowing box producing music from some group called Tears for Fears.
Oddly, this information just makes him feel... even more adrift than before. He tries to keep his gaze on her, but there's something unsteady about him.]
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Booker doesn't know what to do with that information. He looks a bit in shock, leaning against the entrance to the kitchen with one arm.]
2014? [He's in the 2000s?!]
I- [He pauses, still processing this. It would explain a lot, in retrospect. The odd design choices, the strange technology -- like that glowing box producing music from some group called Tears for Fears.
Oddly, this information just makes him feel... even more adrift than before. He tries to keep his gaze on her, but there's something unsteady about him.]
Goddamn.