[ Jesse makes a pit stop in the kitchen, grabbing both his gun and a bottle of his own liquor from a shelf there, before leading them through the back door and out into the yard. It’s almost a full moon, leaving them a little light to go by. It’s enough to see that he’s headed towards his makeshift gun range. ]

It’s not like the old days, [ He admits, gesturing to the scarecrows and hand-painted bullseyes. ] but it’s somethin’.

[ He sets his bottle down on one of the nearby bales of hay, then checks to make sure Peacekeeper is loaded. ]

Remember those stupid contests Genji and I would get into? Knew he was competitive as all hell, even if he barely said anythin’ back then. I’d get him on speed, but he had me on accuracy.