[Boone knows he was more optimistic once, when he was with Carla. He hasn't had much time for the brighter side of things since she died, though. He's gone into everything expecting the worst ever since. He'd told himself he was gonna keep everyone else at arm's length, but he's gotten attached to Elle and all the others anyway. It happened slowly, but it still happened.

He wonders what it'd be like to try looking for the positives again, though. Just while he's drunk, and lounging on a sofa bed in the middle of a spider festival on another planet.]

Guess it's not so bad here. Food isn't two hundred years old, even if it sometimes smells like lakelurk. There's whiskey, I found someone to drink it with, and I still get to shoot things.

[Okay, so the only real difference is the food. He had people back home to drink with, and he was shooting things pretty regularly too. Of course there's the aliens, but he doesn't really count them as a plus. He has another drink, watching Niko. Boone wants him to see the good things about this place too, since he gave up his old life and is intent on living here. He doesn't like to see his friends unhappy, but he's not very good at cheering people up.]

What's your job like? I've never been that far outside of the fence.