"I could wear a bell if it would make you feel better." Booker walked out in to the garden with his hands in his pockets. He knew better than to touch anything. He might accidentally kill something.

He had done his best to give her space while she adjusted but he couldn't deny he was curious about her. A new immortal after all this time. Why? What did it mean? Booker didn't know but he was curious.

"Well now you're making me feel old," he teased a little. "That's my tape. I got it new back in '87. This was all top of the line technology."