[ The person who tapped James on the shoulder is tall, and in the barrack's dimming evening light, appears to be wearing metal gauntlets under his uniform. But he doesn't seem much annoyed by James' presence — if anything, the expression on Boothill's face is a little sympathetic. First time realizing how big the universe is, pardner? He gets it, he really does. ]

If you really want it, it may as well be yours, brother. [ When he speaks, its with a strong country drawl, but a weird artificial edge to it; almost like someone talking through an old radio. ] I can grab a spare — I just need you to do me a favor, first. Gimme the boots, and I'll leave you to your misery.

[ Alongside the pair James himself wears, there are a pair of standard, military issue boots tossed carelessly under the edge of the bed. ]