Although he had noticed the sad smile that the doll had given him, he decided not to question the reason behind it's sadness and simply shook the hand that was offered to him. Booker forgot what the next part was. Would something just happen, or was there something more spiritual about it? He hadn't believed in the supernatural until just now, and since there was a talking and fully animate doll talking to him, he was led to believe that there were other kinds of spiritual things out there. Before he could think any more, his hand was stabbed and he was sure that he had lost some blood. Quickly, Booker retracted his hand and applied pressure to the wound so that it would stop bleeding for the time being. Hie eyes watched her as she became a red color, and eventually forced him to look away from her and shield his eyes.

He kept his hands in front of his closed eyes until he had heard the same voice call out his name. Booker lowered his hands and looked at the woman that was now before him. She was certainly taller than the doll that was just there, but still about a foot shorter than him. He was somewhat tall, so the difference in height didn't bother him all that much. The thing that did bother him was the fact that she was in the image that he had seen in his head multiple times. The first time he had seen the image of the woman before him, he had fallen in love with the thought of an actual person like that, and held onto it in his mind. He was curious if her emotions were the same as the one that he had thought of, but he would save the questions for later.

"Hello...!" He looked at her still a little shocked at the change. How did she know his name? He didn't recall telling her his name, but maybe it was when she had taken some of his blood, and she knew about him, like his name and what he wanted. He couldn't answer that question himself at the moment, he just wanted [i]someone[/i]. Someone that would be there to help him, and someone that he could help. He didn't know if there was more, but he hadn't really questioned it before, so he never really had an idea of what he wanted when it came to something like that.

"Since you already seem to know my name, then can I know yours?" If he wasn't the first person to have done this, then maybe the previous people she had been with had all had a name for her. Maybe the very first person had given her a name and she continued to use that one. He didn't know, but that was why he was asking in the first place.