Being indoctrinated in to this Legion business was a bit of a whirlwind but at least things weren't quiet even if McCree wasn't directly involved in a mission. He paid mind to the broadcasts, helpless as he was to actually do anything about it, and couldn't help but notice a couple of individuals catching his eye. He was willing to take his observations with a grain of salt on account of being so new and the very nature of Arcade's abilities, say nothing for the other Legionnaires's abilities.

That said, it would be nice to confirm in person.

A cowboy-shaped shadow casts itself over 76's methodical cleaning. A gun in pieces on the ground emboldens him to come close enough until the jingling spurs of his boots are on either side of the dismantled barrel, nudged a quarter of an inch with little regard other than with a pleased smile.

He tips his hat. "Well ain't that a familiar face."