"I try to be," Booth emphasized as he shifted again so that he could sit comfortably and not knock into her with his knees. "It's not always easy." He gave her a halfway sarcastic smile back as he tried to figure out where to put his hands. This would be a lot easier if they were previous acquaintances.
"Yes, I called you strange. I don't even know your name." And by pointing that out, he realized how odd the entire situation was. He was so ready to drown his frustrations that he was getting on a motorcycle with a woman he'd just met to go find some bar in a Los Angeles he barely even recognized with no idea if friends and family even existed. Talk about screwed up but considering he was armed, what really did he have to lose? Well, life and wallet, but besides that...
"Creatively not crashing? In that case, sorry about this." He wrapped his arms around her waist, thankful he'd shown up here wearing jeans and boots just in case they did go skidding. "I'm usually not this forward but in the case of my life I'll make an exception."