"Run" Booker bellowed from behind Elizabeth as a bullet zipped by his head. They where being chased by Slate's men into the wounded knee exhibit. Booker turned around and fired a devil's kiss at the nearest man. The flames danced off him and onto his comrade's. "oh God" Elizabeth said she looked like she was going to be sick. "Don't look" Booker yelled. They got to the exhibit and it was deadly quite. Booker took this moment to examine his injuries. Not too bad a bullet managed to graze his right arm and he had a few bruises from that damned Patriot. "are you all right Mr. Dewitt" Booker looked up to find Elizabeth staring at him in concern. "I'm fine, and call me Booker" he stared into her big blue eyes and quickly looking away. Idiot he thought don't get attached she is just a means to a end and she is half your age! "booker" she tested the name on her lips and smelled wide. He blushed then quickly turned around trying to get a hold of himself. "we should keep moving, who knows what Slate has in store for us". A arm quickly stopped him he turned around to see Elizabeth shyly looking up at him from her eyelashes "I just wanted to thank you for getting me out of that tower". He stood there not knowing what to say so he said the first thing that came to mind "it's nothing, anyone in my place would do the same". Elizabeth's head shot up with fire in her eyes, "no I don't think not anyone would, you saved me, and while I am not thrilled about it you have even killed for me. Most people would not do that". Booker stared into her eyes feeling lost, his whole arm was on fire from where her hand was gripping it. "you can't honestly tell me you prefer all of this then your tower do you"? "yes" she spoke without hesitation "anything id better then that place even all this. At least I am free for the first time in my life, I am even going to Paris because of you". Booker felt his insides turn and not for the first time since they saw that airship felt like scum for lying to her. Elizabeth put her hand on his cheek and brought her lips to his other cheek. It was the longest moment of Booker's life, he froze and felt her soft warm lips on his skin and stay there for a moment to long. Elizabeth pulled away blushing from her hair down to her neck. She turned away, looked back and smiled coyly back at him. "weren't you the one saying that we needed to keep moving" she walked on ahead of him. Booker just stood there staring dumbly at her back and then found himself walking behind her thinking that as soon as they where down in New York he would take her to Paris and anywhere else she wanted.