[ Repeating it doesn't help understand it any further. Booker sounds incredulous, almost scoffing out the words because that sounds so ridiculously absurd. ]
I'm getting too old for this.
[ Booker leans further against the couch, glancing over to Rosalind with a perked brow. He doesn't mean to come off crass to her; she's highly intelligent and a respected scientist. Booker's known Rosalind long enough to know she isn't joking. But this is just... ]
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[ Repeating it doesn't help understand it any further. Booker sounds incredulous, almost scoffing out the words because that sounds so ridiculously absurd. ]
I'm getting too old for this.
[ Booker leans further against the couch, glancing over to Rosalind with a perked brow. He doesn't mean to come off crass to her; she's highly intelligent and a respected scientist. Booker's known Rosalind long enough to know she isn't joking. But this is just... ]
Alright, and your memories are of what?