"It's weird," Booker said, taking out a box of cigarettes he found on the ground. "Sometimes I feel like I was meant to be here."
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth wiped some blood from her nose. They had just gotten finished with a pretty rough battle with some inhabitants. Booker hated it when Elizabeth had to use her powers but she really saved his ass.
"This. It's a different world up here. The people. The brutality. Something a man like me could deal with." The words he wanted to say were 'some place a man like me could thrive in' but he didn't want to scare Elizabeth away. She had finally gotten past their last bad encounter with... Him. He didn't even tell her why he had to leave the Pinkertons and that wasn't a story he was going to bring up anytime soon.
"Oh," she replied, not knowing what to say to that. Booker looked up to see yet another enemy riding along the Sky-Line. He threw down his cigarette and picked up his shotgun.
"Come on hon, we gotta get going."