[As the temperature drops, he puts his jacket back on, more than aware of how cold it can get in the desert at night. That's the only reason he even allows a campfire, but he does try to keep it small. When he's satisfied with the state of his rifle and sidearm and the rest of his equipment, he wordlessly joins McCree to eat, nodding in silent thanks as he takes the bowl. 76 slurps down noodles like someone who's mostly been eating nothing but caloriemates. Otherwise he says little else, making note of the spot where McCree goes to sleep.
He has no trouble staying away, but when it gets dark, 76 loses the benefit of a light source to help him make sense of smears of shape and color. He doesn't expect company right away (most likely they'll wait until they think everyone's asleep before making a move), but he knows it's coming eventually.
With the fire, he can make sense of the immediate campsite, but everything beyond that dissolves into blackness. He's used to it, by now, and though he spends most of the time in his visor, he still knows how to listen--which is what he does.
It's easy to zone out with limited vision and the dark quiet of the ruins, but soon enough he hears what he expects to. 76 can't see them, but he knows the direction of the footsteps. Slowly, quietly, he sits up and slinks his way over to the sleeping cowboy.]
Get up. Company.
[He speaks in little more than a low growl, nudging McCree roughly.]
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He has no trouble staying away, but when it gets dark, 76 loses the benefit of a light source to help him make sense of smears of shape and color. He doesn't expect company right away (most likely they'll wait until they think everyone's asleep before making a move), but he knows it's coming eventually.
With the fire, he can make sense of the immediate campsite, but everything beyond that dissolves into blackness. He's used to it, by now, and though he spends most of the time in his visor, he still knows how to listen--which is what he does.
It's easy to zone out with limited vision and the dark quiet of the ruins, but soon enough he hears what he expects to. 76 can't see them, but he knows the direction of the footsteps. Slowly, quietly, he sits up and slinks his way over to the sleeping cowboy.]
Get up. Company.
[He speaks in little more than a low growl, nudging McCree roughly.]