[ Shut up, the journey was not the treasure! Probably. It better not be, he'll be really pissed. ]

Oh, man, more money.

[ The guns don't matter, obviously, because he can't use them. Yet! McCree taught him how to punch good passably, maybe next he can teach Rhys to shoot. He grins, flopping back on his bed for a moment (probably imagining rolling around on a bed of money) before sitting back up. ]

Is it weird?! It was weird for me. It's been, like, forever since you were back here or seen most of these people, right?