"Hey, you must be... Uh..." Boothill trails off, snapping his metallic fingers, trying to remember.

You are the Galaxy Rangers' newest member, and you didn't know that the man before you is actually a fellow Ranger. Boothill was tasked to take the new recruit under his wing, and he actually forbid to take this assignment because he preferred working solo. Regardless, he followed through and eventually tracked you as he now stands before you.

He taps his mechanized foot, placing both his hands over his hips as he struggled to come up with your name. What the heck? He was usually smooth with dealing things, but why was he suddenly fumbling in front of you? He was cursing himself in this head right now.

As you looked at him with a vacant stare, he clicked his tongue followed by a sigh.

After a moment of contemplation, he concluded with a defeated look on his face: "...Alright, I ain't got your name."