Newt blinks. Okay, so what he's understanding is, what Book can do is not a natural-born gift, it's an ingested one. So he guesses attempting to sneak a hair off Booker's brush to take a look at his DNA is out and also maybe would have been frowned upon anyway. Still, even though he's sure that neither Elizabeth nor Booker are carrying around any of those drinks here in Darrow--otherwise wouldn't she have taken? He sure as shit would, if he's honest--he kind of wishes they were because how sweet would it be to be able to start a fire with his hands? He'd like, totally be a hit at barbecues and what not.
But right, getting off track because his friend is telling him something awfully secret and personal here, and he ought to make sure she doesn't think he's not worth telling. "That's-- Okay. Okay, but why would anyone come after you?" he asks, frowning as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Granted, he doesn't know every facet of Elizabeth's life, even her personality, but from what he does know about her, he can't imagine why anyone would want to harm her in any way.
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Date: 2014-01-14 08:48 am (UTC)But right, getting off track because his friend is telling him something awfully secret and personal here, and he ought to make sure she doesn't think he's not worth telling. "That's-- Okay. Okay, but why would anyone come after you?" he asks, frowning as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Granted, he doesn't know every facet of Elizabeth's life, even her personality, but from what he does know about her, he can't imagine why anyone would want to harm her in any way.