The whole ‘death arena’ thing has sort of put a damper on being able to check Legion’s network—if Arcade had given them that reprieve, perhaps 76 would know that McCree is here. As it stands, however, he’s mostly in the dark, so that familiar drawl is all at once alarming. He freezes in place, suddenly wishing his gun wasn’t in pieces in front of him.

Does he know? Who has he encountered so far? 76 expects Reinhardt and Ana to out him immediately—they’re not exactly fans of the whole ‘mysterious vigilante’ thing, but he imagines that if it were the case, McCree might be a little more surprised. He’s not quite sure how to approach this.

So he stands, to start, his body language more than a little hostile and his hand overing at the sidearm on his hip. He hasn’t forgotten that McCree ran off with potentially vital information regarding Gabriel’s uprising.

“Jesse McCree.”

HIs voice is cold. It’s not out of the question that they’d recognize each other from wanted posters. Starting with just his name seems like a good way to test the waters.