He hadn't really been paying attention to Zian until they got there; he's used to working with another person, but Elizabeth always managed to swallow her fear even when she wasn't yet used to his killing sprees. He forgot how lucky he was to have someone like her on hand.

"You alright?" He mumbles as he makes their lives easier and just takes off his vest and shirt. Well, easy for Zian. Booker has to deal with getting his shirt collar and scarf back on once they're done. "You look, uh... pale."

Most of the wounds have exit holes, but the one in his shoulder does not. And now that he thinks about it, it still does ache. He's just a bit overly used to being shot at.