[76 is halfway back to the campfire when McCree interrupts him, and he doesn't seem all too happy about it. His gloves are still dripping blood from the thugs, to say nothing of the graze in his arm that he should probably treat, if only a little. The way he comes to a stop indicates that he's entirely exasperated by the entire evening, and McCree shoving something into his face is the last straw.
He's not stupid, and it occurs to him that after missing the phone toss, he's being tested. Though he's been trying to downplay his vision problems, he expected the cowboy to pick up on them eventually. 76 snatches the card out of his hand with the hope that he'll be able to feel what it is, in lieu of being able to read it.
It's not an ID. The shadows cast by the campfire do not help him at all. He tries not to squint too noticeably.]
no subject
He's not stupid, and it occurs to him that after missing the phone toss, he's being tested. Though he's been trying to downplay his vision problems, he expected the cowboy to pick up on them eventually. 76 snatches the card out of his hand with the hope that he'll be able to feel what it is, in lieu of being able to read it.
It's not an ID. The shadows cast by the campfire do not help him at all. He tries not to squint too noticeably.]
Doesn't seem important.
[God, he hopes it's not important.]