He's not sure what response he expected: last he saw Genji, the other man hadn't always been a joyful presence. Sure, they'd had moments; they were friends--good friends, even, McCree likes to think. But if ever a man had unfinished business, Genji was it. Now, however, he's downright jovial. McCree can't say he isn't glad of it.

He sets Genji down, grin unwavering, and dramatically strokes his beard with the fingers of his good hand. "Yeah, get you an eyeful. It's nice, ain't it? Rugged like."