[76 is hard-pressed to be intimidated by some punk kid, gang or not, and remains unflinching in the face of the English meant to mock him. He waits patiently for McCree to finish taking care of him before circling back to the campfire and watching McCree go through his wallet. He supposes if there's anything interesting, he'll be alerted to it.
Since there's no announcement to prelude the phone being tossed his way, he catches the movement in his periphery too late and misses it. The device falls to the ground with a dull thud, and there's a pause, like he knows McCree knows he should have caught it.
But he isn't going to say anything to bring more attention to it, instead considering the phone for a moment before raising his boot and stomping on it with a crunch. 76 grinds it under his heel to finish it off.]
Tie him up when you're finished.
[You get to tie him up, McCree. 76 is going to stalk off a little.]
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Since there's no announcement to prelude the phone being tossed his way, he catches the movement in his periphery too late and misses it. The device falls to the ground with a dull thud, and there's a pause, like he knows McCree knows he should have caught it.
But he isn't going to say anything to bring more attention to it, instead considering the phone for a moment before raising his boot and stomping on it with a crunch. 76 grinds it under his heel to finish it off.]
Tie him up when you're finished.
[You get to tie him up, McCree. 76 is going to stalk off a little.]