randomplaces | Backwater. Backwater Mall. Echo Reunion.

McCree: *at work, one fist bunched in the front of the shirt of the guy who just tossed cards all over after he'd just gotten them in neat piles, other fist raised to punctuate his angry scolding*

few fans: *taking pictures*

Echo: *zips up behind him. Uncertainly* McCree?

McCree: *startles and drops the guy as he turns, then whoops and hugs* Where'd ya go? They still need ya.

Echo: Er... I got lost. *hugs and wibbles* But what are you doing here? Why aren't you helping?

McCree: *lets go of her and scratches his head sheepishly* Uh... I kind of got dead, 'n can't go back.

Echo: ...That doesn't compute.

McCree: *explains*

Echo: *much wibble by time he's done*

McCree: *quietly, as he points to where a well built brunette's looking over the railing of the upper level of the store* That's the lady I married.

Echo: *looks up. Little wave*

Mrs. McCree: *snorts and goes to stop n00bs from messing up a display*

McCree: *hurriedly* She ain't meaning to be rude. She's just a mite unsociable.

Echo: *assures him she wasn't offended, then looks around with wonder*

McCree: I'll bring ya to Reinhardt's after I git off work. Will you be alright til then?

Echo: Oh yes. There's so much to see. *another hug, and then goes to look around and explore*

Mrs. McCree: goes to talk to Echo and steer her away from congregations of especially rowdy people. No point in teaching her regrettable things*

Echo: *from just outside the door* GET OFF MY LAWN!

Mrs. McCree: *oh. Too late. Sniggerfitdie*