[ McCree's just striding along, not a care in the world. Well, he does have a few cares. Such as: how to do the job he's suddenly been assigned, how he might acquire some fresh cigarillos, how it's possible there are so many familiar faces up here, and lastly--most pressing--where he can find a drink. He's thinking about all this as he navigates the corridor, relying on the mix of dim light and the soft glow of his own bionics to show him the way.
He's the perceptive kind, more so than he sees, so he doesn't run directly into Reaper, but he stops short pretty close. ]
Hey, there. You blockin' the way on purpose, or are you just lost in thought?
[ He squints at the dark shape in front of him. Human silhouette, near as he can tell. Same height. Red accents to his outfit, a pale mask. McCree feels uneasy, but he stands his ground. Something's going on here, and he means to find out what. ]
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He's the perceptive kind, more so than he sees, so he doesn't run directly into Reaper, but he stops short pretty close. ]
Hey, there. You blockin' the way on purpose, or are you just lost in thought?
[ He squints at the dark shape in front of him. Human silhouette, near as he can tell. Same height. Red accents to his outfit, a pale mask. McCree feels uneasy, but he stands his ground. Something's going on here, and he means to find out what. ]