[Yeah he'll have to get used to that multitool as she wills his fingers into dancing around without his input. He'd used regular mechanical tools on himself before--same kinds he might use on a hoverbike when needed--but a hand was so much more intricate. He could manage to do enough in a pinch just to get himself by until he could find someone who owed him a favor, or vice versa. More than his own hand he's much more interested in what she has to say about Genji.
The Shambali? The omnic monks? Was she implying Genji visited them at some point, and implying that he wrote to her? He knits his brows trying to piece together a potential timeline. McCree always wondered where Genji went when he left Blackwatch; for all the development and growth Genji had with them there was always some part of him still so tumultuous. When McCree found himself similarly conflicted between himself and Blackwatch's future it was hard to not think of Genji. After he left he sought him out for that reason but ninjas are real good at hiding themselves. Failing to find his old friend and failing to find Ana may have played a part in McCree gravitating into the bounty hunting gigs, natural talent aside. If he just kept his ear to the ground, just maybe something would turn up...
He could just ask her, and frankly he's tempted but he also hears the fatigue in her voice. He slides his arm over her shoulder and gets as comfortable as these moonrocks will permit, not inclined to ruin the moment.]
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The Shambali? The omnic monks? Was she implying Genji visited them at some point, and implying that he wrote to her? He knits his brows trying to piece together a potential timeline. McCree always wondered where Genji went when he left Blackwatch; for all the development and growth Genji had with them there was always some part of him still so tumultuous. When McCree found himself similarly conflicted between himself and Blackwatch's future it was hard to not think of Genji. After he left he sought him out for that reason but ninjas are real good at hiding themselves. Failing to find his old friend and failing to find Ana may have played a part in McCree gravitating into the bounty hunting gigs, natural talent aside. If he just kept his ear to the ground, just maybe something would turn up...
He could just ask her, and frankly he's tempted but he also hears the fatigue in her voice. He slides his arm over her shoulder and gets as comfortable as these moonrocks will permit, not inclined to ruin the moment.]
One step ahead of you.