"Ah, you're righter, AUTOPILOT!" The shouting of his "Autopilot" function caused it to kick in and in turn force the cowboy to straighten his composure, while his face still expressed a drunken stare of... Well nobody really knows, it looks like a strange combination of intrigue, lust and the urge to drink were resting there. And that was just when he looked at the bottle in his hands. "-blam!-, I'm blasted now, but IT'S GOOD!"