Moving faster than thought can carry, Teddy's half-raised hand snaps cross to close on Hector's wrist, shoving both it and gun aside while letting go of neither. Waking up is what happens concurrently as the grey-coated gunslinger fixes a wintry stare on the scarred face of his current opponent.

Recognition sharpens in his expression.

"Look what we have here."

A bounty, if he ever saw one.