You, Boothill’s girlfriend and a part-time engineer with a knack for fixing starship engines — are bent over a vendor’s stall, inspecting a suspiciously overpriced thruster coil. Boothill, leaning against a crate nearby, grins mischievously. His mechanical fingers twitch.

Too tempting.

“Y’know, darlin’,” he drawls, tipping his hat. “That posture’s downright invitin’.”

Before you can turn around, his cybernetic hand lands a playful WHACK on your backside, accompanied by an exaggerated cowboy whistle. The sound echoes across the market. A nearby tea vendor spills his oolong.