Pandora spoke up again. He raised an eyebrow to the girl as she mocked his flashy outfit. He thought for a moment about his retaliation, something about 'not knowing him very well' or that 'it was the least flashy thing he own', and while he was proud of that, he decided silence might bother her more. So, he merely smirked at her, pulling the brim of his hat down just a bit as he readjusted to lean forward onto his knees.
The plane ride was uncomfortable.
No, more than that. It was downright [i disagreeable] to McCree's frame, between the cramped style of the interior to the crappy way the pilot was maneuvering the plane back and forth, causing the bumps to dig into Jesse's back, he could barely keep from squirming around in his seat.
Pandora's jab to his arm pulled him out of his daze of trying not to murder the pilot. It was time. Good thing too, considering Jesse was about to go nuts. He immediately rose from his seat, standing closely behind Pandora as she watched the rope fall. She then pushed herself out of the plane, and he watched her land safely on the ground, with grace only in likeness of Mercy's.
He grabbed onto the rope once she had finished her decent, wrapping it around his mechanical arm before pushing off and lowering himself down, a little more speed than his partner before him. Then again, he'd been doing this a lot longer. Once on the roof, he untangled his arm and flagged down the plane, which took off upon recognition of the signal.
He watched the intricate way she scanned the area with her choice of weapon: the rifle. She was like a hawk, scanning her initial surroundings to decide on what prey to catch. And before he could react to her commands, she was on him, straightening his coat. He raised his head ever so slightly as he watched her. A nervous habit, perhaps? The way her fingers clenched around the hem of his coat confirmed the thought. He smiled very slowly.
It was kind of cute how she pretended not to care.
When she was on her belly, rifle ready, he chuckled deeply before walking over to the edge of the building. Hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his coat, he looked over his shoulder with a smirk before dropping to the ground below, no effort in the landing, and a lot quieter than anticipated from a man in boots.
He took her words to heart, going down the alleyway she suggested, and carefully rounding a corner to head north for a click or two. Still, he had his hands in his pockets, even as he danced around an unbeknownst omnic, slinking behind it and continuing down one of the darker alleys.
After a small travel down that, Jesse found himself face to face with a base of operations. He darted his eyes back and forth, checking to make sure he hadn't been snuck up on, then continued to scout right around the outskirts.
Omnics were pouring out of the openings, which Jesse only counted 2. They were mostly janky copies of Zenyatta, but a few Bastion-bots were meandering around as well. He stopped when his eyes fell upon a particular four legged omnic; one he hadn't encountered in years.
"...Well that don't bode well." He said very lowly, just enough for the mic to pick up. Jesse quietly carried himself to somewhere he was certain he wouldn't be seen. He then relayed that information to his partner, probably still spying on him from her perch, before looking down the alleyway he'd pulled himself into.
"Think i've seen all I want tuh. Point me to the nearest exit, darlin'?" He said, quietly stepping towards the mouth of the alley.