Seeley walked into the Jeffersonian Institute, getting surrounded by a bunch of scientists and anthropologists. He sighs to himself.

“Great, there’s a whole buncha squints here.” He mutters out to himself, walking up to a few people in particular who were studying the bones of a dead person, his face contorting into a grimace.

He pulls his badge out. “Special Agent Seeley Booth. FBI. I’ll be workin’ with ya squints from now on.”