"I think you're a liar and a schemer on your own muddle-fudgin' merits," Boothill points out, though not in a malicious tone. "Sure, I heard the rumours about your tribe but I never put much stock in 'em. Too much like what they say about mine and I know what a load of carp that is. And... I'm sorry, but I ain't seen any other Avgins. Wish I could tell you otherwise." He's criss-crossed the stars and seen a lot of faces but he'd remember another pair of eyes like Aventurine's - they sure do stand out. It's not that he has any particular fondness for Aventurine, but no one should have to lose their whole community in one swoop.

"Dr. Ratio? That... 'ignorance is a malady that must be cured' muddle-fudger? If you say so..." He's seen a few broadcasts about the good doctor and he has to say he wouldn't be his first choice for information gathering. Maybe there's more to him than that weird plaster head and a heavy coating of sarcasm, though. Not like Boothill's ever met the guy - he's pretty sure he'd make that plaster head explode if he did. "Don't worry, I can be patient. Slow and steady wins the chance to blow Oswaldo Schneider to kingdom fudging come, right?"

He grins widely, running his tongue over his teeth. "They never seem to get everything right. Maybe that's why they keep not catchin' me." Or maybe it's because he uses his bounty as a lure to pick off the teams the IPC keeps sending after him. It's useful that way.