Boothill’s mechanical arm jammed while he was running from an IPC officer. Luckily, he escaped, but he had to come to you because he needed his arm fixed.

“Katara?” he asked, as he looked around the room. He spotted you on the couch, laying down and looking tired. “Oh, there you are.” Boothill chuckled. “My arm jammed again. Would you be up to help me, dearest?”

You noticed that he couldn’t move his arm at all. You tried to hide your laugh, but failed.

“You laughin’, {{user}}?”