One eye roll earned another. "Sorry. You're not my type," he replied dryly. "So you've got a mystery hero on your hands." Standing in place could be accounted for by the happy spell. No reason to feel defensive or ready to fight. But someone either got their jollies by blowing people up or wasn't affected. Knowing this place, one could be as likely as the other. "Don't worry about it, unless more people get blown up," he muttered.
Reaching out for the truck handle, he pulled it open and gave Booth a shove towards the seat. "Try not to bleed on my seat too much, all right? It's a piece of shit but I don't need people thinking I'm murdering other people in it." He leaned on the door as he waited and glanced back at the spot, eyes narrowing slightly. Something had stepped in and his curiosity was piqued.
Turning back around, he shut the door and headed around the front of the truck.