"Oh good. Don't have to worry about being blown up on accident. That would be kind of anticlimatic."
He put a hand on her back to steady her when she leaned into him. "It's true!" he protested. "The voice is completely haughty too, like just because it's a machine it's better than I am. Maps don't talk back," Booth huffed. "That's all I need. And maybe a compass."
He pointedly ignored the comment about asking for directions. He would, only if he was desperate. As if in an effort to get off the subject, he pointed. "Look, quaint little diner. I'm starving, how about you?"