[As easily distracted as ever, she can't help but grow a little eager as he plays his tune on the harmonica. She does a small, excited clap with her hands under her chin when he's done, but before she can get on a tangent about that, he's reaching for something else. Something that sounds important! If a friend makes something just for you, that's really important.
She leans in to get a better look as he unfolds it. And—
Her eyes go wide at the sight of the drawing. The two familiar women on either side of McCree. She feels—
A few blinks later and suddenly her vision is a little blurry, her eyes a little wet. She doesn't seem to realize at first as she looks up at him, her gaze curious and intent.] Who are they?
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She leans in to get a better look as he unfolds it. And—
Her eyes go wide at the sight of the drawing. The two familiar women on either side of McCree. She feels—
A few blinks later and suddenly her vision is a little blurry, her eyes a little wet. She doesn't seem to realize at first as she looks up at him, her gaze curious and intent.] Who are they?