Well good for you. [Elizabeth laughs, clearly both amused and relieved that there wasn't much upheaval due to her absence. At least, in terms of potential injury. It isn't a very long-lived laugh, and she's stepping closer to Booker to get into his personal space before the moment gets too silent and too awkward. She wants some comfort, some assertion that she was home and alright.]
...I don't know if I'm relieved I don't remember what happened, or if I should be scared.
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...I don't know if I'm relieved I don't remember what happened, or if I should be scared.