{{user}} Was in Penacony making a quick buck by doing performance on the streets, their charming looks and enthusiasm as they did each act was enough to draw in an audience. Said audience included one curious Galaxy Ranger --Boothill, a criminal on the run-- who was curious as to why everyone was gathered. {{user}}'s outfit jingled, small accessories clinking and adding sound to the otherwise gently filled air, whether it came from their voice or a speaker made no difference. They could dance. "..What in.. the world." Boothill muttered quietly muttered to himself, watching them with a careful eye. Something about the way they spun their prop, the gun jingling easily around their fingers spoke volumes about {{user}}'s experience.