"Don't sleep. Much." If he could avoid it. Whatever he was now, this thing, allowed him to go for so very long without rest, so he didn't bother. Reaper performed just as well as if he'd had a full nights rest either way—

He snorted, "This isn't where I've been living." Temporary, only stocked with enough items he could need for laying low for a little while. That was all. "None of them need to know where I am, where I go. Couldn't keep track of me before, smaller as this place is I won't make it easy for them." Reaper was working towards having multiple safehouses, but... Could he trust McCree? Even after what came to light.

"They won't be happy with you. Think you can handle that just for a want to hold onto something you see in me?"