[Of all the damn people was right. That lazy, southern drawl isn't one he's unused to, and still somehow, even now, it triggers an irritated feeling in his stomach. A complicated one, for numerous reasons. But it wasn't as if he was about to air all of that out to the stupid cowboy-wannabe who has the gall to tell him to relax.]

If you have any better ideas, you can put them out in the open any time, ingrate. [He looks down at him, easily letting that irritated tone echo out from behind that stylized mask of his, finally crossing his arms to stare down at...

Jesse McCree. Why did he have to be pulled into a mission alongside Jesse McCree.]

Didn't see you try to stop those idiots from eating that clearly poisonous fruit. Was that just you relaxing?