Booker nodded. He didn't understand what was between the girl and the bird - it didn't make much sense to him, but not much about Elizabeth's life made any sense to him. There was a connection there, though, that was for sure and certain. And Booker was the last man alive to try and push her into talking about something she didn't want to deal with.

He gave her hand a squeeze, with his bandaged one.

"It's all right. I did say I was just runnin' my mouth. Not the first time it's gotten me into trouble."