The ball is caught with ease, despite the crappy pass. He stares past the ball, examining Dave. A time-manipulating kid that didn't play much sports (or at all), drawls with an accent that's not quite the same as McCree's— more stereotypical Texan, he thinks judging by the little he could pick up on, and he's Seen Some Shit. He doesn't think he can quite formulate any sort of tactic against this kid with this meager amount of information, but it's still all worth noting. As long as he doesn't prove to be any trouble, it should be fine.

"Any last questions?"