Agitated was a total understatement. Impatient, anxious, frustrated, and just about ready to shoot the next thing that moved. Which by the way thank god he was still holding a weapon. He had at least two guns with him. But if the enemy was a demon? He may as well have nothing anyway. The thought was distressing, and made Booths brows wrinkle with concentration. How in the hell was he supposed to protect Angela from that? Their biggest worries weren't just human beings anymore with a chip, but demons. As in big bad beasties from hell who were probably capable of tearing him apart without even touching him much less letting him get close enough to fire a weapon.
He almost didn't see Eliot at all and probably wouldn't if not for the fact that he nearly ran into him and arched an eyebrow as he finally stopped walking. "What?" His head was throbbing, and the look on his face wasn't exactly the most friendly approachable one. His jaw was set sternly in a scowlthat could only really be healed by liquor at this point and lots of it. Booth gave an incorrigible look and shook his head.
"Eliot..right?" He finally said, trying to soften a little. It wasn't Eliots fault they were stuck.