"So we're not alone in the regard to getting sucked into an alternate world for once." Only this time, they had less control. Not that Booker believed they'd had a particularly large amount of control when they were hopping realities before. He just went with it because what the hell else was he supposed to do?
No one knew how or why. That was nothing new, even in the world they came from, folks were always talking about how they knew what was what when normally they couldn't tell their piss from ink. The part about the monsters, the odd town, the haunts, that should've gotten to him, but Booker wasn't the normal person he spoke about not being such a bad thing. He'd always dealt with these things. And from the looks of it? He'd always be dealing with them.
"Sounds like a nice quaint little prison. For whomever the hell is running it." If Elizabeth had any of that figured out by now she would have said so. Probably wouldn't have even been there. Now that things were beginning to settle within his mind, Booker took her in, trying to guage the state of health she was in. Their escapades continued to leave them both ragged, but she looked to be in better shape since he'd last left her...and different.
He wanted to move closer, have a better look, make sure she was really alright. He just kept his distance. "I take it you've been here a little while. You look different. All things considered are you...are you well?"