A lot to take in was cutting it close. Booker was sure he was on another planet, or at least catching the start of a migraine. Between Stiles and Elizabeth, he decided to just take a seat in front of the guns and watch, exhaling a puff of air as he sat, still watching his daughter closely.
It was more than just her mood, it seemed. Usually Elizabeth was incredibly focused and on point, even when multitasking as she was now. Something was off and as soon as Stiles took his leave Booker would be confronting her about it. No questions asked.
Though it was just a cut, he sat up in his eat when her hand slipped over the knife--his first instinct to move to check it, but it was just a cut, and she had it handled. It didn't stop Booker's jaw from setting as he eyed her hand, and then her face. "It's good to have and know all the same, Stiles, much obliged."
The fact that he had to jump in to say something polite and not the other way around was just...Booker wondered if he'd actually gotten up this morning or if he were still sleeping at his desk.
"Anything that can be useful does us good. I guess we'll just have to do with what we can and cannot test."