[ Well, she doesn't tell him he's wrong, so maybe it's not a--

Rosalind looks at him, and Booker stops. He takes an abrupt step back and his eyes widen a little, until his brow outright furrows and he points to her phone. ]

You're trying to tell me that this, this invasive app, is warping reality.

As a respected physicist. You believe that.

[ Look, maybe this is just an elaborate joke. ]