[Amelia might be an unusual woman, but Booker amusedly thinks to himself that she reacts to compliments much like a normal one.
He shoves his hands in his jean pockets as he follows, maybe only a step behind and to the side of her. The fresh air feels nice in his lungs, and he makes a note to take deep breaths, a calming habit of his.
He listens, and can't help but eye the decidedly modern-looking cars as they pass.]
Blackgale, huh? It looks nice and peaceful. [But Booker knows looks can be deceiving -- Columbia was a prime example of that. Of course, he doesn't expect Blackgale to be the same way. (At least he certainly hopes not.)] How long have you lived here?
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He shoves his hands in his jean pockets as he follows, maybe only a step behind and to the side of her. The fresh air feels nice in his lungs, and he makes a note to take deep breaths, a calming habit of his.
He listens, and can't help but eye the decidedly modern-looking cars as they pass.]
Blackgale, huh? It looks nice and peaceful. [But Booker knows looks can be deceiving -- Columbia was a prime example of that. Of course, he doesn't expect Blackgale to be the same way. (At least he certainly hopes not.)] How long have you lived here?