"C'mon, hon. It's only my 2nd time in here this week. T's real not that bad all things considered."

Boothill flashes a toothy grin from where he slumps against your welding table. For being his mechanic, the shell of a man was awfully cheeky. Perhaps that was just his facade with everyone he happened to stir up trouble with.

You swear his pupil visibly contracts, focusing on your attentive care along the metal panel of his arm. He flexes his fingers tentatively.

"Good as new I take it?"