Angela had been like a mother hen as he left the infirmary. She had a lot of advice but more than anything, she had that doe-eyed look to her as he gathered himself up to go. Jesse knew why. The medic was still blaming herself for what happened to him. No matter how many times he'd tried to tell her that it was on his own shoulders, she just didn't see it that way. In her mind, it was her weakness that caused his injuries. Over and over, he'd tried to explain things to her but once something was set in her head, it seemed there was no fixing it.

And it seemed like there was something else on her mind. Though he'd asked, she refused to talk about it. At least not now. The blond promised to tell later but...he wasn't entirely counting on that.

Outside the building, he slumped down against a wall and took in a deep breath of the fresh air. It wasn't like Overwatch was stuffy or anything, he was just missing the outside. Nothing could beat a couple of lung fulls of real air, not the recycled stuff. That and he could have a cigar without anyone giving him dirty looks or Angela coming around to snatch it from him. The entire time she had him under her thumb, there was no chance to get a smoke in. Yes, he knew it was bad. Yes, he knew it was unhealthy. Did he care? Not entirely. Many a lecture had been given but he was just happy to escape all that to be out here in peace.

Pulling the cigar from his pocket, Jesse sighed as he realized it was a little bent. Oh well, he'd just hold it a little more carefully. Once it was lit, the gunman inhaled and let out a satisfied, smokey sigh of relief. The sun was gone, leaving only a sky full of stars. As he was staring up, the feeling of being watched came over him. Jesse smiled and didn't bother looking around. He already knew exactly who was watching him. Taking another puff from his cigar, he rolled his head lazily to the side, towards the corner just a few yards away.

"I know you're there, kid. Might as well come on out." He said softly and waited. Sure enough, seconds later Pharah came around the side of the building. "You always hangin' around out here?" He asked in the spirit of making conversation.

"Not always." She said as she walked over. The girl dropped down next to him. "Do you?"

Jesse laughed and shook his head.

"Only when I need a smoke and Momma Angie in there won't give me a break."

The girl laughed this time but tried to quiet herself. Her big brown eyes turned up to the sky, reflecting the stars. He followed her gaze and stared up as well. Something seemed off about the girl but he couldn't quit tell what it was. What kind of problems did a little girl from the city have? She had a parent, right? Maybe they were fighting or something. Only one way to find out.

"What's eatin' ya, kid?"

"Huh?"

"Somethin' wrong?" He clarified.

She huffed and fell silent, remaining that way for a few moments before finally speaking again.

"I was going to go fishing today but that didn't happen."

"Why not?"

"It got too busy. It's always too busy here. No one has time for anything anymore."

He could hear the pain in her words. She was probably going to go with her mom and after being here for a while, he knew Amari didn't have a lot of free time on her hands. The woman was always neck deep in whatever mess Overwatch was cleaning up. Like he'd thought before, raising a kid in this mess seemed like a rough job. But who was really suffering? Maybe she just couldn't see the hurt in her kid. Well he could see it just fine and maybe he could help out with this, even if it wasn't much.

"Well hot damn, girl. I'm a hell of a fisherman. How about we go right now?" He asked, looking over at her. "There's little pond on the property right? Is that where you go?"

"It's a lake." She said and then smiled brightly. "Are you sure? Don't you have stuff to do?" There was a familiar hesitation in her voice.

"Nope. I'm all yours. Show me where the stuff is and we'll go night fishin'. I'll show ya how a cowboy catches a fish."

"Jesse you aren't going to catch any fish that way!"

From the edge of the water, Pharah was shouting at him. There was laughter breaking up her words. Every time he glanced back, she was all smiles and vibrancy, even in the shadows of the night. Jesse had ended up making himself look foolish but at least it was making the kid happy. After his third fish in a row had gotten loose, the gunman lost his cool and jumped right in the water. Where they were, it wasn't very deep, only up to his knees. Sloshing out, he'd started trying to catch small fish with his hat. Apparently he was making quite the amusing scene because more and more laughter came from the girl. When he looked back again, she was rolling in the grass, laughing so hard that she could not speak. Now laughing as well, he made his way back to where she was.

"Hey this is an old technique. You should respect your elders." He commented as he climbed up and tossed his hat to the ground to let it dry. Jesse sat down soon after, stretching out to star up at the sky above.

"You're like...five years older than me or whatever, shut up." She wheezed and grinned. "Elder." She added and shook her head.

"S'far as I'm concerned, older is elder, kid."

Somewhere in the distance, a clock began to chime. The sound echoed to them, sounding off to alert them that it was two in the morning. He sighed and sat up. He'd kept this girl out long enough. Hopefully no one was going to be mad. She always seemed to be lurking around on her own anyway. At least with him, she wasn't alone out here like she could have been. He found himself wondering if Captain Amari even knew that her child was outside, let alone wondering around a lake. The thought sort of made him sad. Did Pharah realize the kind of situation she was in? If so, he hoped that she stayed as good as she was, given her situation.

"Alright, I think we've been out here long enough. Let's get this stuff inside and get you to bed." He said, pushing himself up off the ground to secure their lines and clean up.

Pharah sighed but didn't protest. She picked up his hat and gave it a good shake before holding it out to him. Jesse smiled and took it, slapping the wet hat back onto his head. She laughed and together they cleaned up. The walk back to headquarters wasn't long but they strolled in silence. It wasn't a bad quiet, just a heavy one. The little girl was swinging her arms, staring down at the ground in ground of her. He watched her, wondering just what was going on in her head. Was she sad? Had he helped her at all with her situation? Heck, was there even a situation to help with? It certainly seemed like it.

"Thanks, Jesse." Came her quiet voice.

"No problem, kid. It was fun." He said and offered her a warm smile.

It was returned with one of her own.