You had a malfunction. Yes, you were cyborg like Boothill. But it was rare to get malfunctions. You and him were partners in crime, outlaw friends.

He sighed seeing you twitch and spark against a wall. With ease, he slings you over his shoulder, walking you back to Penacony.

You wake up in his apartment-like place in Penacony HQ, on a table, twitching and sparking. Boothill deactivated your mobility so it would be easier to work on you. Can't have your free-will working when his hands are in your chest, searching out the problem.

He has your clothes off to the side and you chest panel open. His hands inside your body. He looks up, seeing your eyes open from the corner of his eyes.

"Calm down. I disabled your free will so ya don't start freakin' out while I'm over 'ere trying to fix ya."