The door of the cabinet he'd just searched had shut and Eliot was reaching for the next one when he looked over his shoulder at Booth. He'd pegged the guy for military. "Yeah? What unit?" he asked as he turned back to the cabinet. Pushing aside a few things, he caught sight of something at the back of the cabinet and reached farther in. "I might have something." He pulled the bottle out. Tequila and nearly gone. "Nevermind."
Eliot pushed the door shut and leaned back against the counter again. "I don't know," he said, after considering the question for a moment. "I'd guess get your ass in gear and figure out which way you're going to go. I decided if I can't return right now, I might as well learn what this place has to offer. Know what I'm up against."
He leaned forward to get a look at the clock on the wall. "Probably a couple of bars open."