It had taken enough time to get back to where Bo's "someone" could pick him up, even running through the road-less desert in a straight line. He'd managed to find a place to pause and watch and assess the car before sighing, figuring he didn't have many other choices other than making his way back into the desert to fend for himself, so he stood and walked over. The drive hadn't taken too long before they'd pulled up to the building, and he had to give an amused shake of his head when he saw that sort of place they'd be staying.
Not exactly what he'd been expecting. Though to be fair, he wasn't quite certain what he was expecting, given that he didn't have much of an idea of what was going on.
He found the conference room by following the voices, and walked up around the point that Max started speaking, and he lingered in the doorway, leaning against the jamb with arms crossed over his chest and his backpack still on his back as he listened. He didn't say a word and looked down at his dusty boots as the conversation moved along.