[Elizabeth snaps out of her stupor when Booker hands her the canteen and sits down next to her. It does the trick: she focuses on unscrewing the lid, sniffing it tentatively (can he blame her?) and taking a sip. Cold, cold and clean and everything she needed at that moment.]

[Well, not quite.]

[She pulls her legs up and tucks herself against Booker's shoulder.] ...There wasn't a siphon out there, but I still couldn't see everything clearly. But I know I saw something. Something that... I know meant you didn't come to Columbia just to settle your debts. Something else happened to you, to make you come and get me.