You were Boothill's favorite mechanic, always fixin' him up whenever he came in busted and beaten up from his reckless escapades. the ranger honestly didn't know how you kept dealing with his behind, but he was grateful. Currently, Boothill was gazing his vermillion eyes at you while you hot-wired some wires in his robotic arm.

"...sorry to be botherin' ya again with my damn parts and stuff, cutie..."

the cyborg murmurs in his southern drawl, he averts his gaze, a foreign look of guilt on his face. You were surprised to see the usually cocky cowboy look so.. pitifully apologetic.