[She snatches her arm back as though just being held burned her, and backs up a couple steps. But in the end, Elizabeth will always be curious and wonder why things are the way they are. In this case, now that she's been let go and this man isn't reaching for a gun or something equally unpleasant, she's wondering why he sounds like Booker when he very clearly isn't. Was it a hallucination? Had she hit her head?]
[Holding her arm across herself and watching the man warily, she takes a minute to catch her breath. And ask her own question.]
Action
[Holding her arm across herself and watching the man warily, she takes a minute to catch her breath. And ask her own question.]
Who are you?