"You're running now." In more than one way, glancing over the marigolds as his shoulders tensed, a low growl building in his throat as McCree continued on. What would he know what he expected? Everything he'd ever taught the gunslinger had been thrown back in his face the moment he left-

Metal talons flashed, ripping through one of the shadows as he caught hold of Jesse's arm, because what the other was doing clearly wasn't working. There was something wrong here.

So he was pulling Jess away from that shelf, an attempt to wrench him out of those crowding shadows as he made his voice low but clear. "No. You're in no condition to be down here by yourself, ingrate."