Nico considered what McCree said. He nodded. He definitely needed dry clothes. Or at least time enough in the sun to dry the ones he had on. But he also very much needed a drink.
His whole life, at least ever since the night he had to arrest his brother and put the love of his life in the morgue, drinking was the one thing that made sense. It wasn't even that so much as it let him forget everything for a little while. He was prone to total black outs when he drank, and while that could be a problem, it was also a blessing in disguise.
"All right. Just show me the way to town, I'll figure it all out from there."