[Finally making planet fall was in one word, overwhelming. McCree was no stranger to sprawling cities and advanced technology despite his very very anachronistic appearance, but he'd also spent the better half of his life wandering the American southwest alone making a career of getting himself into and out of trouble.
This looked like a whole lot of trouble.
One of the first things he wants to do when he's anywhere new is wet his whistle at the local bar. Drinks always served two purposes; they were ideal places to eavesdrop and understand the locals, and McCree genuinely needed a drink to help cope with all this unfamiliarity. To that effect, he's not shy about asking what he perceives as a local, with her strange blueish skin and unnatural eyes befitting of the Prismals. He, a literal cowboy, sticks out like a sore Moonblessed thumb.]
Pardon me, 'mam. [He tips his hat politely.] You wouldn't be able to point me in the direction of the closest watering hole, would you?
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This looked like a whole lot of trouble.
One of the first things he wants to do when he's anywhere new is wet his whistle at the local bar. Drinks always served two purposes; they were ideal places to eavesdrop and understand the locals, and McCree genuinely needed a drink to help cope with all this unfamiliarity. To that effect, he's not shy about asking what he perceives as a local, with her strange blueish skin and unnatural eyes befitting of the Prismals. He, a literal cowboy, sticks out like a sore Moonblessed thumb.]
Pardon me, 'mam. [He tips his hat politely.] You wouldn't be able to point me in the direction of the closest watering hole, would you?