McCree sizes up the stranger with an appraising glance, running his bloody fingers through his hair as he adjusts his posture. Well, now, those weren't clothes you saw every day. Which means that the man before him is an outsider, just like he is. A grin splits his face as he nods, stretching out his bionic arm and letting all the plates and wires adjust to his movement.

"Sure thing. If you can manage to knock me out? It's all yours."

He slides into a defensive position, left side forward, his fingers curling into fists.
"Hope you're more of a challenge than the last one."