Booth glanced over at the weapons she had shed and felt almost a little inadequate with the service revolver in the shoulder holster. Though he had training with several different weapons, some of them looked all new to him and while intriguing, he didn't feel like losing a finger trying to learn by poking and proding. Thus, he was going to heed her words.
He attempted watching the movie until the fuzzing in and out started to give him a headache (which he was suprised hadn't started earlier.) Turning the TV off, he got up and shrugged off the holster. The gun, safety on, went under the pillow to keep it at hand while the pocket knife joined the pile on the flimsy bedside stand. He sunk down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as the shower came on. The sound was suprisingly soothing and it wasn't long before his sleep heavy eyes shut.