He hadn't exactly been serious, but it could build him allies. Atlas nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. "I can't imagine we are, no," he said. He could pretend a little longer that he had the missing daughter. Anything to keep him out of Elizabeth's way, and by extension, Booker's.
"Most people don't tend to have children here, though, I think," he said. "Matter of fact some of them are children themselves." He'd seen a few young people running around; teenagers, if his guess was right. And Atlas was usually fairly good at guessing age. Shame they weren't Little Sisters; Atlas could use a win about now, and having some ADAM available--well, then again it might only bring Elizabeth and Booker down on him even faster.