"That's real fancy," McCree says mildly, glancing up at the fire, but not seeming otherwise put off by it. He caps the filled canteen, sets it aside, and picks up another. Before he sets to drawing water, though, he leans back on his haunches. Tips his hat up slightly, as if to get a better look at her. He grins. "Looks like it'd light up my cigarillo nicely."

And the rest of him, of course, but he's nonchalant about that. Wouldn't be the first time a woman tried to set him on fire.

"As to your question, it ain't no armor. Just an arm, full stop."