"Well, all this -" He gestures to his torso - "Ain't the only thing that's silver." Boothill is completely unfazed by the teasing comment, and willing to give as good as he gets now that they've settled their differences for the moment. Aventurine's willing to be an ally and while that may not be quite a friend, it's as close as Boothill usually gets these days. He's gotta take his fun where he can.

"I suppose if he's already known to be an egghead it ain't outta place for him to look for additional data." Sure, it might look weird for him to ask 'hey, where's Oswaldo Schneider', but data that might lead to Oswaldo Schneider - flight plans, development options, that kinda corporate bullshit - might be easier to access.

"Oh, you think?" Boothill preens a little. "Guess I am a quicker draw than most of the chuckleforks they send after me." At the mention of Aventurine's salad he glances down at it and raises an eyebrow. "Sorry, guess I added some extra fiber to that for ya. What's on offer around here? Any chance of some malt juice?" His system works pretty well for converting anything he can chew and swallow into fuel - nice and efficient. Sure, only the strongest flavours get through but he still likes eating.