"I'm."

It's difficult to tell whether Erinne looks mildly embarrassed, or if she's just clamming up at McCree's question.

"It's been a while. We lead pretty different lives, right? If you were there recently, then you saw that much. I should write her."

She, despite herself, perks up a bit at the offer for a duet.

"Sure. I can show you where I was going to play — that you ... seemed to know about, somehow."