Another blank stare. If it weren't for the stranger's tilted head, Boba would be hard-pressed to recognize that thought was occurring in there.

Combined with that expression, the young man's promise doesn't feel particularly reassuring. Still, Boba figures it's the best he's going to get. At least, he thinks, if he himself takes the boat then the stranger will be limited to his explosive 'fishing' close to shore.

Boba says nothing in response, just fixes the kid with a disdainful stare for a moment more before turning away. The boat should be about ready now. He steps aboard and occupies himself with preparing to depart—alone, if he can at all help it.