[ Once he's done checking his things, his attention is grabbed by the thing around his wrist. He frowns at it, looks it over, pulls at it -- nothing. He's pretty sure he heard a voice coming out of it earlier, though. God, he's getting sick of things happening to his body. ]
Nothin' more than a pounding headache, but that ain't new. [ She looks alright, too -- he's glad. Booker scans the area. It's so quiet. ] This one of your tears gone awry?
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Nothin' more than a pounding headache, but that ain't new. [ She looks alright, too -- he's glad. Booker scans the area. It's so quiet. ] This one of your tears gone awry?