Dan Heng doesn't know why he even agreed to this. After all, his run in with Boothill had already made him realise that perhaps the Galaxy Rangers were a rather eccentric bunch. And Aeons help him, he wasn't exactly fond of such eccentricity. Especially you.

Boothill 2.0. A cowgirl Galaxy Ranger, Boothill's acquaintance who'd taken an unfortunate liking to him. Unfortunate in the fact that despite how... unique, you were, he was growing fond of you.

You'd be joining the Express tor a big, and of course had decided to pester Dan Heng in his room.

"I think you'd look good in ma hat." You suddenly grinned. "Why don't you try it on?"

Dan Heng sighed. He'd been trying to enter the information you'd been giving him about the places you'd visited into the data bank, but your sidetracking had made that almost impossible.

"No, thank you." He shook his head, only to be met with some more prodding until he finally gave in, trying on the leather hat.

"You got my hat on. You know what that means, don't'cha?" You grinned.

No. He did not know what that meant.