Great thing to hear, 'mam. [He squints a little like maybe he's trying to parse something out on her face--for a brief moment he thinks she looks a little different, maybe older, but like with Angela it's a really hard assessment for someone like him to make who fancies both dearly. He decides to not think about it too much further and chalks it up to the video quality on the jpad being unreliable.

As for her question... ah, it's briefing time, isn't it. He straightens up, subconsciously falling into a more formal speaking tone, as if he were coming to her with fresh recon.]

Strange place. Not bad, [Certainly being condemned to an idyllic farming town free of international strife and politics and Omnics was not the worst fate... McCree has always wondered what it'd be like to start with a completely clean slate, even if another part of him isn't entirely sure he'd get to keep it even if given every opportunity to.] but strange. Jack and Gabe are convinced there's some big conspiracy going on and I don't rightly blame 'em.

[McCree's also sure something weird is going on but he's not sure it's the result of some malicious hand at work. Tracer's problems were the closest comparison he had to something like this, and that was just an unfortunate accident.]

Wishing Winston was here to make sense of all this. I bet he'd know what to make of it. Maybe he'd even be able to build something like a stable gateway, or somethin' like how he did for Lena.

[He rubs his hand over some stubble on his chin.] Haven't seen hair nor hide of Marjorie lately, now that I think of it. Might be the weirdest thing worth a note.