[McCree spins around as soon as he's called out, like he'd been caught doing something so scandalous as actual work...! More startling is that the voices that call out to him are now not one but two, and very familiar to him. He's simultaneously relieved to hear them both, yet one of them also effortlessly manages to send a mild sense of dread and excitement racing down his spine.

Gabe's here.

More importantly, now he's stuck in the precarious hell that is trying to decide what to do--admitting he's clearing out the loft of his own free will means he's going to be suckered into doing more of it because, hey, he volunteered, but trying to deny he's doing anything at all, well uh... that's going to be a hard sell.]

I'm just--[abort abort abort] I just wanted to see what was up here, that's all...!

[n a i l ed i t]

Where the hell'd you find Gabe? [Fortunately Gabriel's existence provided for an easy and immediate subject change. There's a beat, like he'd ask this regardless if his first question was answered or not.]

Better question--why'd you bring him back?