[ Booker is about to take another swig from his flask, maybe even use the damned thing to start this tussle, because as much as he enjoys peacocking (he doesn't), he's more a man of action when it comes to a fight.
This isn't a job though, and a part of him knows there are very few good outcomes that could arise from this. But then there's the part of him that just doesn't care. What does this place or its people or anything about it mean to him? What does his own life mean to him? He'll just get up and do it all over again anyway.
It's only Silena's appearance that surprisingly makes him pause before he's ready to throw a fist in the other Displaced's direction, clears his head for a second or two. Maybe it's the confidence in her challenge, or the immediate gut reaction he has to nearly missing his original target, but he blinks at her gormlessly, the alcohol and the monster gas still swirling in his brain. ]
This is not a fight that concerns you, mademoiselle.
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This isn't a job though, and a part of him knows there are very few good outcomes that could arise from this. But then there's the part of him that just doesn't care. What does this place or its people or anything about it mean to him? What does his own life mean to him? He'll just get up and do it all over again anyway.
It's only Silena's appearance that surprisingly makes him pause before he's ready to throw a fist in the other Displaced's direction, clears his head for a second or two. Maybe it's the confidence in her challenge, or the immediate gut reaction he has to nearly missing his original target, but he blinks at her gormlessly, the alcohol and the monster gas still swirling in his brain. ]
This is not a fight that concerns you, mademoiselle.