"Nothing fatal. Swear by my mother’s grave." Booker’s hand rested lightly on his own pistol, watching closely for any signals of movement, especially toward the pistol on the other man’s waist. "No need to make this a big deal. Just need some information about a fellow named Atlas. Heard of him?"
Atlas? What did this guy want with an Irishman? Well a lot of people in Rapture want to know about Atlas the so called leader of the rebellion against Andrew Ryan. But no, he couldn't be distracted by his thoughts, he needed to be on his guard. He quirked a brow at the man, still trying to determine if he should give him what he wanted. Jack shrugged his shoulders. "What do you want to know about an Irishman?"