"35th Unit. Army Rangers." He couldn't help but be a little proud there. "I was a sergeant. " Giving Eliot a curious look he raised an eyebrow. He didn't seem half bad, and bonus points for him he hadn't once called him "Angel". Or thought he was some undead vampire with a lost soul. Booth thought just maybe he could see liking this guy. He seemed to have all his marbles in tact. He seemed like a normal liquor loving dude. And that appealed to him. A sense of normality washed over him being around Eliot, and he missed that. He had Angela sure but she was brilliant, sometimes things even she said went over his head. So far he understood everything Eliot was talking about. More points for him in Booth's book.
"Still gotta figure out what I'm going to do with myself now that I don't have the FBI. But I've got a few ideas, so maybe that's where I start." He shrugged and also looked up at the clock.