"Remind me not to get on your bad side." McCree chuckles softly, watching the straw float down around them. He spots some movement in the cornfield, takes a step back.
"Looks like second wave is comin'."

To him, sounds a lot like that old story Reinhardt used to tell about Junkenstein and his mechanical monstrosities coming in wave after wave. Though, he supposes, they swapped out scarecrows for Tin men.

Least they hopefully wouldn't have to deal with a witch or something.

"Should be easy enough. Feels like old times." Even if 'old times' for him meant Blackwatch instead of Overwatch. Least it felt good to be around people he knew again.