[ Yes, those troublesome things. She can feel the heat of the redness on his neck and she'll stroke her fingertips over it, lowering her face just enough to have a look, cheek resting on his shoulder. Her brows furrow at the hint of red over his collar, and— ]

Was someone choking you? Are you already rubbing people the wrong way?

[ JESSE!!!! But she's stroking aggravated skin softly, soothing as best she can. There's a heavy sigh and she eases even closer to him, slipping her hand from his so she can slip it around his waist and squeeze him tight. ]

Good; we'll find a drink and talk, then.

...In a little bit. I've missed you so, so much.

[ There might be such a thing as too much McCree, but right now, she can't get enough of him. The lack of contact had hurt when she'd tried so hard to keep everyone together, and her worry had only grown and grown the longer she went without a word from him. To have him here, finally— there's so much to catch up on. She just wants to hug him a little longer to make up for lost time. ]