The nice thing about the hotel was the all night gym on the ground floor. Booth didn't trust the area enough to go out running yet, at least not without a partner, so he stuck to the treadmill and the small punching bag to work out his frustrations and loosen up. He cut his session for the night short, however, when a businessman juggling walking on the treadmill and making a deal on his cell phone managed to talk loud enough to drown the quiet that he liked.
Booth slid his card in the lock and pushed open the door, dropping his hooded sweatshirt on the bed. After grabbing a bottle of water out of the minifridge (not the hotels, being two dollars a bottle), he knocked lightly on the door between his and Abby's room. "Still in there?" When he didn't get an answer, he turned the knob and slowly pushed it open.
What greeted him was a sight he hadn't expected. He thought maybe she'd gone out to hunt with it being so quiet, but the weapons all around her was a new one. And he was beginning to realize how much firepower she carried on her. Where did women find a place to hide everything they carried? "What small country are you planning on taking over?" he said finally, looking over the various ammo and weapons spread out in front of her, an eyebrow raised.