McCree's never been the type to like staying put in one place for too long, in the grand scheme of his post-Overwatch life and in the microcosm of this alien transport. The lack of inhibitions the moonshine is already promising is enough to all but confirm that.

But, color him easily distracted too as he also stands and adjusts his hat, a wide smirk on his lips as he immediately looks past Qrow in anticipation before he even answers.

"You got a sword?"