[Her moment was over, fortunately. She was still shaking slightly, hands clasped tightly as she tried to smooth over the anomalies, snap each one shut. Control, it was about control even here.]

You opened more than one, I think. [Booker hadn't seemed so sure that the key he'd handed her was he right one--if Robert had been the one to send Booker after her, he'd no doubt given him the right tools too.]

I can't begin to doubt the people who helped me, Mr. Lutece. If I do... I'll never stop.