[Tuco's eyebrows slowly climb again, mouth pursing ever so slightly as he watches the half-joke sail right over the beret and into the ground. It's taken him aback, honestly: either Boone is on another level of deadpan, or he's completely humourless.]
Uh... [He stares back for a second before his mouth twitches up again (almost like a nervous tic).] Yeah, yeah, sure! [He thrusts his hand out.] Tuco.
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Uh... [He stares back for a second before his mouth twitches up again (almost like a nervous tic).] Yeah, yeah, sure! [He thrusts his hand out.] Tuco.