Light it up, up, up.

"Oh."

"If you'd be willing to listen, then I wouldnt mind sharing too much..."

"What’re you thinking about then?"

"I dont know if I should share such depressing thoughts."

"Er. What’re you doing around here?" The area was rather dark and it didn’t have that great of a smell. Like rotting flesh, actually.

"I find it calm and relaxing. Sure, it smells awful, but its quiet. I wanted time to think."

Wes smiled widely at Lee, motioning towards the oxygen tank once more. He shrugged, palms splayed skyward to indicate curiosity. Giving a small nod, as if to ask her to speak of it, he tilted his head as well. Communicating could be quite a struggle, and he hoped his point was getting across. Why did she have the tank?

Ah, the oxygen tank. "Ah, I use that for whenever enemies get too close to me, or hey throw projectiles. I can blast them back, and blast what they throw at me right back." Ah, that was always fun for her.

"Uh.. a’ight. Kinda weird for a pyromaniac t’ be wearin’ flame-proof gear tho, huh?" You wonder if this person is entirely sure how being a maniac works, or doesn’t.

"…Hey." The undead shifted so that his helmet was covering his eyes.

"Sorry? That bear was so very sweet and kind! What is there to be sorry about?"

"Maybe because I'm already in a suit of some sorts, he didnt bother with me."

"I have been hearing that name. I met one of those animatronics. It was a golden bear."

"Sorry? That bear was so very sweet and kind! What is there to be sorry about?"

"Oh, dear, fire doesn’t kill quickly.~ I light them up, and leave them to suffer.~"

"I have been hearing that name. I met one of those animatronics. It was a golden bear."

"Huh. Haha. Alrighty. I kill people.~ Keep em warm for the rest of their life.~ I only hurt those damn BLU team members. They try to constantly try to steal our intelligence."

"Oh, dear, fire doesn't kill quickly.~ I light them up, and leave them to suffer.~"

Lee tilted her head as the other investigated her. She glanced back at him when she heard him tap at her oxygen tank. He seemed curious. Maybe he didnt expect the oxygen tank? She smiled beneath her mask. “What are you thinking, my friend?”

"Teammates? What team are ya on?" You ask, ignoring the Heavy comment. Was that supposed to be a thinly veiled suggestion that he was getting fat? Nah, couldn’t possibly be.

"I am a member of Team RED, aka, Reliable Excavation Demolition! I am the teams Pyro!” She was proud of her work. (No matter how many injuries she got from working there.)

"RED, huh? Sounds kinda c001. Is that short for Pyrotechnician? Or… somethin’ else?" You’re still quite confused with human vernacular. It’s been proven time and again that they come up with some very strange things.

“Indeed! I am the pyrotechnician. Though, I personally prefer pyromaniac.” She let out a giggle.

"Dont know if I should tell you. You may call the police."

"Huh. Haha. Alrighty. I kill people.~ Keep em warm for the rest of their life.~ I only hurt those damn BLU team members. They try to constantly try to steal our intelligence."