[ McCree figures he's gonna have to start with the very basics for Asher. It's been a while since their first conversation, but he remembers it well enough. The kid read like a soft touch, like someone who's never raised a hand to anybody in his life. McCree remembers his own warning, too, and thinks of the train heist they came in on. He wonders how Asher fared among the bandits--and if he's gotten into any trouble since then. ]

Howdy, young fella. Hope you ain't gotten too scuffed up since we last spoke.

[ He spins his revolver one more time before replacing it in its holster. Not here for that with this one. Instead, he takes up a fighting stance--fists up, legs apart. ]

Best to come at this kinda thing fresh.