I didn't recognize anything in the shelves of the Saloon. [Which is something considering Overwatch's tendency to pull people from different countries. She tilts her head.] But it was stacked.

[That's a dig. In her memory, the last time - a rare moment - someone decided to bring out a watchpoint's hidden alcohol stash, Gabriel and Jack drank a whole taskforce under the table. They'd probably need the whole Saloon to get even closer to a light buzz.

Her eyes squint just a little to join him at his mirth, feet swinging slowly.] I do mean it. You and Jack are not the type to do things halfway.

[That alone goes a long way - especially when it comes to anything heavy on logistics. That, Ana knows. Aside from that, she thinks that it's only a matter of time until they start doing something like raising chickens.

With Jesse calling them 'ladies', or even 'dames'--

Record screech. She gives him a look, leans forward to go and knock on the wood of a drawer by her leg...

... but stops, the smile starting to come back.] You know what, that could be a good thing. Whoever brought us here would be so filled with paperwork, it would be the perfect diversion.