He's about to pull out his peacemaker and make everything worse for himself when, lo and behold, an old friend comes to the rescue. The scientist shoos off the scarecrows, and McCree can't help but smile underneath the brim of his hat as he takes that hand and pulls himself up.

"Yeah, yeah, only thing bruised is my pride... Say, if anyone asks, there were ten of 'em, alright?"

He shoots a lazy grin up at Winston, brushing himself off.

"Been a while. Good to see you here, Winston."