--the hell? [The electricity arcing on his fingers dies down at the unmistakable pitch of a whistle and Booker twists around to see a lady walking towards him as she scribbles something down.]

Look lady, I'm tryin' to get some practice in so if you don't mi --

[And then the notepad drops forward in front of him and he actually squints to read it without any mistakes - he's on that side of drunk - afterwards, Booker sneers up at the woman mean as you please.]

I know all about that Battle Dome and I ain't interested.

Thanks.