[He sort of gets spooked by her speaking to him, but straightens up and dumps the chicken he'd found - not worthwhile, as it turns out - to check out what she's offering him.
After a moment he frowns. Part of him still does the numbers on how much money something that fancy-looking should cost, even though it shouldn't matter and he could probably get himself something similar if he wanted.]
That's fine, miss, I don't need it either. [He glances back into the trash bin he was rooting through.] ...There is a good explanation for what I'm doing. I swear.
[Yeah, that sounds trustworthy, Booker. Not that he knows what to say... admitting he's been banned from a good portion of the local stores and restaurants and even several bars doesn't make a good impression. Neither does admitting he got into the habit after falling into a terrible depression from selling his daughter to repay gambling debts. So he just kind of looks like a deer in headlights while he tries to come up with some great story.]
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After a moment he frowns. Part of him still does the numbers on how much money something that fancy-looking should cost, even though it shouldn't matter and he could probably get himself something similar if he wanted.]
That's fine, miss, I don't need it either. [He glances back into the trash bin he was rooting through.] ...There is a good explanation for what I'm doing. I swear.
[Yeah, that sounds trustworthy, Booker. Not that he knows what to say... admitting he's been banned from a good portion of the local stores and restaurants and even several bars doesn't make a good impression. Neither does admitting he got into the habit after falling into a terrible depression from selling his daughter to repay gambling debts. So he just kind of looks like a deer in headlights while he tries to come up with some great story.]