"Now it's your turn," Dan Heng said, looking at Boothill.
Whatever the case, the Alliance Jade Abacus had already proven the Astral Express Crew's identity. As far as the Nameless were concerned, this man claiming to be a Galaxy Ranger needed to do something-or produce something-to prove his identity as well.
"The Galaxy Rangers have been outta the spotlight too long. We don't have anything that everyone recognizes like that," Boothill said. "But I've seen plenty of situations like this, and the solution's real simple...
"Go on, ask me whatever you want. See if I can earn your trust. If you still think I'm suspicious, you can kick me out then."
"Why should I play along?"
Dan Heng narrowed his eyes at Boothill. Once again, he couldn't help wondering whether this mechanical cowboy had lost his brain during his modifications.
The solution Boothill had ultimately chosen was wildly unfair and unreliable-one could even call it shameless. Dan Heng was certain that if Little Fish were the one talking to this self-proclaimed Galaxy Ranger right now, rather than him, the man would have taken a kick to the knee.
Knowing that kid, Boothill would have to get out unless he produced concrete proof. Staying aboard the Express for even one extra second would count as a victory.
"If I really am a Galaxy Ranger, you've got nothing to lose."
Boothill looked positively overflowing with confidence, utterly unaware of the dreadful impression he was making on everyone else.
Looking at Boothill, Dan Heng sighed. "Tell me, what kind of organization are the Galaxy Rangers?"
"Ha, brother, that's a tough one. I can hardly even call us an organization." Boothill shrugged. "We all walk the Path of The Hunt, we all have a justice we believe in, and we're all not exactly... popular