Brady merely nodded, accepting the answer and filing away the tidbit. If Jason had been doing martial arts since he was a kid, he'd be someone to keep an eye on, and it would likely be smartest to accept him as an ally of sorts. He'd done plenty of combatives training while in the Army, and he'd enjoyed and excelled at the hand-to-hand, so he wasn't worried about that, but it never hurt to know the strengths of those around him.
"True," he agreed, following Jason's gaze to the rooftops. He didn't believe for one moment that they weren't being monitored in some way, it was just a question of how. He heard Jason following but didn't bother to glance back to see how far or close. He should be able to hear whether or not there was a change in the approach.
Chuckling darkly at the question, Brady shook his head and just continued on to the door marked with an 8. There he paused, flipping the key between his fingers a few times before pushing it into the lock. Pushing the door open, Brady just stood there for a moment, taking in the room before him. "Well, fuck," he breathed. Glancing over his shoulder at Jason, he added, "It is like a fucking motel. All it's missing is a fridgie." He stepped inside then, dropping his bag on the little couch just inside the door, leaving the door open in silent invitation. Walking to the closed door at the back, he twisted the knob and pushed the door open, letting out a genuine laugh at the sight of the bathroom. "Well hell, looks like I get to take a shit in privacy again. Halle-fucking-luiah."