Brooke falls but manages to grab at the balcony's handrail. As she dangles a moment a young man barely old enough to grow his first whiskers stands in a sailor suit holding a book standing at the window looks on with a bemused expression. Brooke recognises him as her quarry, Elijah.
"Ah... hello!" Brooke says.
It seemed right in the moment. The boy screams in terror and Brooke continues her fall, landing with a relatively soft thud. Seemingly more angry than shocked now, he throws a book at her from the balcony, then descends the short stairs to lob further literature.
"Hey!" Brooke shouts with an outstretched hand, "Knock it off!"
The boy approaches low and menacing, picking up another tome for ammo.
"Stop it. Will you stop it?!" she shouts at him, then more calmly, "I'm not here to hurt you."
"Who are you?!" he says holding aloft a book of the principles of quantum mechanics.
"My name is DeWitt." she replies, now standing from her fall and places a calming hand on his shoulder, "A friend. I've come to get you out-"
"Get away!" the boy shouts, raising the book again.
She holds the boy at bay easily enough. As one of the only women involved with the Pinkertons, she knows how to handle herself. The boy loses heart in the struggle, knowing it is futile, then frowns a curious frown at her, holds out his hand, saying in wonder, "Are you real?"
"Real enough." she says with a wink.
