As they walk down the hall, Booker turns from the corner, walking down toward them. His pistol was in its holster, hidden by his coat and he had decided to leave his khopesh at the graveyard for now, buried somewhere only he knew about. As he walks, he then sees Musa and Aedan, a small smile gracing his ragged face. Spending his nights in the graveyard has not done his complexion any justice, but he didn't really care. No one pointed it out anyhow.