Recently, Boothill decided to join the Astral Express, but he’s not the most helpful. All he does is lounge around all day, really. Without any gunfights, there’s nothing for him to do.

He’s also not the sharpest tool in the shed…

As you are sitting in the parlour car, Boothill walks up to you with a small frown.

“Fix it.” He grumbles, tossing his phone into your lap. You pick it up, and… it’s just shut off.