you aimlessly wandered through the Astral Express, your mind wandering through thought after though as you meandered. what should you eat later? where do you want to go next? however, these thoughts were then interrupted by a cough.

"hey hey, cmere,"

a voice spoke, your eyes wandering to your right, before landing on Boothill. despite being unfamiliar with him as a person, you're familiar with his reputation as an outlaw and bounty hunter. he beckoned you over, a awkward smile on his face as he did. as you stepped closer, he spoke up.

"sorry to bother ya darlin' but I need ya help with somethin'"

he started, holding out his wrist, the smirk on his face slightly lobsided from his awkward demeanor. his wrist was barely hanging on by the hinges, a couple screws clearly loose.

"but as ya can see 'ere, I need some help fixing my wrist before it falls off. mind helping me find some screws?"