Booth wasn't an entirely open book about his stint either. So it was fair. He nodded and moved onto a different topic with a smirk. "Russian Knife Throwing. Not my idea." He insisted with a cautious grin as he followed Eliot. "The best combo." Correcting him with an air of smug. "You mean you don't think of beer and pie when you think bar? Makes me worry about your world." A hint of humor. The first actually in a while. He motioned with his chin to a crossover Toyota Sequoia parked on the street outside the complex's. "Know your way around?" He was driving, he wasn't about to give that part of his life up as well.
"Rented it when I got here. Only got a couple days left before I'm broke. We drive it there and catch a cab back." Very much by the books. Drunk driving was not his idea of a good time. The last time he dealt with it he lost a famous case to a drunken brother. He wasn't about to have a similiar repeat in another world. "Where too?"