[Damn right it's not. Elizabeth's brow furrows because she lost everything to Columbia-- her freedom, her chance at a normal life, Booker... everything. She's about to leave it there when he drops it, and after a moment of stewing she admits that these conversations can be strange over text.]

Honestly? I can't say. I had an accident with some Ingress energy a few months back, wiped out most of my memory of being here. But, after going through some of my things, I seemed to love the Moira.