Wow this guy is chatty, Flamebringer keeps himself from rolling his eyes, good first impressions and all that crap the Doctor shoved down his throat. "Flamebringer.... No." What he'd seen of this place didn't look all that friendly for inhabitants, so he was surprised he even found another living being. Then again, he seemed to be armed to the teeth, so maybe his original assessment was correct.

Flamebringer gives Boothill a side-eye, "... So you you were picking fights." Although not with himself he guesses. Probably with the plant-beasts. The next words out of his mouth confirm Flamebringer's assumption. The plant-beast he'd killed had been a pushover, but in this strange new environment, with all these factors and weird and wrong things happening- he couldn't bring himself to find the idea of hunting them for sport charming. Doing so wasn't his style in the first place. Blood for blood's sake could be left to those who made it their calling.

Boothill does follow him. He glances back at the stranger, but besides that he doesn't acknowledge him, picking his way back through the underbrush and to where he came from. He needed to find some place where he could sit down and think about everything that had happened. Hopefully away from unwanted company.