[That's what she was there for, to offer guidance and talk sense into her allies. Sure he could be a brat, but he was a good kid. She'd seen it, Gabriel had seen it.]

[Speaking of which, as she watches him work she wonders what the man who taught him this tradition would think that even after all this time, McCree was still remembering him this way. She doesn't point that out, not right now.]

Mostly? Trying to heal and readjust. [Modern medicine was a wonder; were she younger, she would have surely perished, or been severely maimed. She still didn't replace her long-lost eye, but everything else about her was more or less physically healed.] Keep tabs on what has been going on in the world. I spent a long time being a ghost.

Lately, I've decided that even ghosts could still protect people.