Booth frowned and stopped. "Yeah. Unfortunately with a tagalong. " He stated off handedly and leaned against the counter with his arms folded over his chest and sighing unconsciously he shook his head. "Sorry, didn't mean to bite your head off." Giving him a lopsided apologetic smile he watched him hunt through the fridge for the water and looked up at the ceiling. "I just hate this place. No offense. " Another glance, he was pretty sure they were all in the same boat though, so it wasn't likely Eliot was to offended. "I was at home in DC, and now I'm here again in demon hell. In frickin Kansas."
He stopped the door for a second and searched it himself. No beer. A slightly disappointed sound as he reached for a soda and looked over at Eliot. "How are you so calm about all this?" Raising a brow at him as he popped it open and sipped. Figuring it didn't have beer cause of the kids he'd seen, but still..in a place like this he was almost sure they would have some kind of liquor. And he didn't go for those coolers, or mixed drinks.
"Seeley Booth." He introduced himself and smirked. "But don't call me Seeley."