Boothill, being a Pathstrider, was able to see that Amaterasu was no ordinary wolf. But she was obviously unable to communicate in the traditional sense. After a few moments of quietly charging and dozing and petting, Boothill tiredly reached for the back of his neck. There were some sounds of metal and buttons and what not being pushed and whatnot. Then, he leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes moving a little to work with the system in his neuro chip that connected with his voice box. He couldn't actually change his synesthesia beacon for his benefit, otherwise he lack of cussing wouldn't have been an issue, but changing his voice box for animal speak allowed the beacon to adjust. It was a happy accident he found not too long ago even if he wished he could go further and let himself curse...

One day. But, for now.

"Can ya understand me, ol' girl?" He tried, looking down at the exhausted wolf.