But somehow I doubt they were made for things like this. [Elizabeth arches an eyebrow at Booker, waves the bottle a little to indicate, then sets it down next to the one Booker's been drinking out of. They look... eerily similar.]

...Booker you haven't drank all of these, have you?

[Dumb question. Elizabeth gets a sad look in her eyes as she looks over at the broken glass. And maybe it's because she's just the slightest bit self-centered still, but...]

This isn't because of me, is it? [She's terrified of asking, so the words are barely audible.]