It made it a little more obvious to Booker how he really wasn't paying attention that he didn't see the owner of the voice before he spoke. Fixing his glasses over the bridge of his nose, he looked over at him, his body slightly tense. Though he knew he was safe here, old habits died hard, especially when only a few weeks ago, he'd been running for his and Blair's lives. Reminding himself of this, he relaxed and turned fully towards him, taking the other man in a little better. If there hadn't been that note of concern in his voice, Booker might have just ignored him. It was always emotion of others that got him, annoyingly enough. Mostly Blair's.
"I have gone too long without a drink." The blue eyed vampire didn't even bother explaining what he meant by that. He could tell that he was also a vampire, but other than that, he didn't know a single thing about him. A performer here, a slightly familiar face. It was probably better for anyone else, that it had been him that he crossed paths with. If anything, this would be good for a distraction until he got himself better under control. He didn't need anything connected with his maker to rise to the surface. He'd been locked up during the hunt on purpose.