"Slept on worse." He tries to smile, but it falls flat. After he left Blackwatch, he didn't stay in one place for too long. He took whatever random back alley doorstep or abandoned building he could flop down in. Empty boxcars, the tops of trains, whatever he could when he'd stopped running or working for the night. Sometimes, he had enough money scraped together to actually buy a bed for the night, but most nights...

"Don't bother leavin' it behind. I ain't going to tell them. Morrison doesn't need to know." He leans back again, still idly petting the cat in his lap. Winston, too. Ana. None of them needed to know about this place. Or what had happened tonight. Much like what happened many nights in Blackwatch.

"I wasn't ever part of Overwatch anyway. The 'commander' can't give me orders."