Anything after smite was lost when Booth began to run out of steam. "Can't even come up with some kind of damn manual to at least tell us what's going on so we can make some kind of informed decision." He threw up his arms. "Hey! I'm all for spontanaitey but not when it involves this...SHIT!"
With that, he sat down heavily on the back end of the wrecked car. "Sorry," he mumbled, apologizing not for the rant because he'd meant every single word and then some, but for Gracie nearly being struck deaf by his bellowing.