[When Tuco glances up, he's sporting some kind of half-frown. It comes from the drinks menu, not the statement, but it gets turned on Boone all the same.]

I been around a couple of weeks, now. [He shrugs his shoulders up towards his ears, flashing a palm; a physicalisation of "But hey, don't worry about it."] You surrounded by one too many two-legged turtles, people don't notice you so much.

[Carefully setting his glass down, he turns on his seat, elbow finding the counter top as he allows himself to contemplate all that is Boone. There's a faint narrowing of eyes, and yep, there we go: the old once over. He finishes with a good long stare at the beret (the ridiculous things people will wear at parties, huh?) and a small, crooked smile.]

I like your hat, friend. It's, uh... [He pauses, then holds a hand out horizontally.] Very flat, hm?