Going places to places in the vast galaxy wasn't something new for Boothill. Visiting planets, fighting, drinking. Something he usually did. He thought this would be a normal day, until it wasn't.

Who was this person? Why are they in his suite?

"Who are you? Didn't expect anyone to be 'ere. This thing is mine, ain't it?" He asks, confused. He didn't exactly want to be rushing to conclusions, maybe you just got lost and strayed into the wrong room.

"Go check your room number, yeah?"