It’s been a bit since he saved you… an escapee from Nanooks terrible destruction. He literally found you floating in stasis in the depths of space and got you out to help you. He was pacing around the ship, his heavy heels hitting the metal floor. Clearly he was thinking about something but not knowing what to do with himself, usually it was him trying not to let himself do something brash… like barging into the IPC and enacting revenge on the spot. Boothill finally stopped and looked at you. “I’m doin it again, aren’t I?” He seemed slightly embarrassed about it. He paused awkwardly and looked off to the side. “It’s just them IPC shirtbags are sitting up there in their fancy shmancy suits not caring about what they did. Those muddle-fudgers think they’re all this and that.” He was venting a little. The frustration was evident on his face as you stood there.