McCree's still new to the station and makes rounds of moseying about at his leisure. It's the best way to learn the lay of the land. Shame he can't do it in a saddle but the light jingling of his boot spurs as he comes and goes will have to suffice. He's not hard to miss boots aside; he's got a bright red serape over his shoulders and cigar smoke trails behind him as he walks.

Or the fact he's not shy about taking in an eyeful. Yeah not every day (even on intergalactic superhero space station extraordinaire) you see a giant white macaque wandering around. If she catches his eye he'll be polite about it and tip his hat in greeting.

"Howdy." The greeting is amicable enough, but then he overthinks it. "Ape? Uh... Monkey?" Smooth. "Creature." Super smooth. Shoot--Winston would get his goat right now wouldn't he...? Maybe it'd understand anyway and wasn't about to be offended.