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Interrogations weren't Angela's forte. She was much less a interrogator, better in lab than questioning some unfortunate soul that was brought in by Jack or Gabe. Though nowadays, it seemed like Jack was bringing in people more than Gabe was. Since the Jesse kid was brought in, Gabe had been spending less and less time around Jack which was odd, but Angela wasn't one to question things too hard.

Angela wasn't too sure what she expected when she came into the room. She figured she was there to patch someone up and try and get some information out of them. Though she was surprised to see someone so.. Attractive? Well, physically at least. The woman handcuffed to the table was injured, a slight bruise to the right eye and a busted lip. A rookie agent most likely gave it to her, Jack normally didn't rough up the people they were trying to catch; and occasionally convince them to join. Makes it a whole lot harder to get them to join Overwatch if you bruise them up.

"Well, I'm sure you've seen better days." Angela spoke, trying to make the tension less thick. "I'm doctor Ziegler. I was asked to come look at you."

It was simple, simple enough at least. Tend to the individual and be nice enough to hopefully gather some intel, something Angela had totally done before. Well, the last couple of people were more or less not as unexpected as this one.

Maybe it was some sort of savior complex or whatever it was called. Angela tried not to think about the psychological part of her jobs and where she stood mentally. But she did know that she tried not to get too attached to her patients, or too attracted to them. Made the job more difficult, she had too much of a heartache from the last time.

"Your friends really know how to say hi."

That got a laugh out of Angela. It wasn't anything really worth laughing at, and it was a dry laugh. Nowadays, any sort of laugh was hard to get out of Angela. It was day in, day out medical emergency after medical emergency.

"I'll let them know that you enjoyed their welcoming." Angela began looking over the injuries, noticing a few more things about the woman in front of her. "..Hmm.. You didn't tell me your name. If it.. Helps, my friends call me Angela."

The woman before her, despite the injuries, was attractive. Not in the typically beauty standards, but in the once in a million unique ways. And if Angela wasn't overlooking her injuries, she was sure that she would be thought of as odd for staring so hard.

The woman handcuffed to the table and being looked over by Angela seemed to hesitate for a moment. Understandably so, given the circumstances of everything. Chances are a warrant or something else was tied to her, why else would Overwatch be so keen on getting her. Then again, Overwatch has done way too much for less than ideal results.

"(y/n). Surprised they didn't give you papers or something with all the neat little information about me." (y/n) winces lightly, as Angela presses lightly on a bruise. "Do they think pretty faces can't handle paperwork? Or were they worried you'd refuse to patch me up?"

It took a lot for Angela not to give a reaction, but a faint flush does rise up. She was only human after all, and with being this close.. No, the a/c just wasn't working in the questioning room. The a/c didn't work in a majority of the rooms on the base, she was lucky that the medical rooms were at the very least air conditioned and stay at pretty temperature most of the time.

"Ahem.. It looks like you injuries aren't too bad. Some light bruising and a busted lip. But, I'm sure you have survived worst." Angela's hand lingered lightly, moving a piece of hair from (y/n)'s face before moving back away. "I'll see about getting you an ice pack. Try not to be too much for Morrison or whoever comes to talk with you."

Angela got up, chair scraping the tiles. It was probably cowardice to leave so soon, but it was an unfamiliar feeling for her. Maybe the nights in the lab were starting to catch up with her, because she wasn't usually this easy of a person.

Before she even reached the door, she heard the other woman's voice.

"Once I'm released, can I come visit you for a through check up? 'hink I got more beat up than I thought."

Angela stayed at the door for a moment, refusing to turn back to look at (y/n). Her hand resting on the doorhandle, before she turned it and began making her way out of the door.

"…If I'm available, I'll be more than happy to."

The door closes behind her and she begins making her way back to her office with more swiftness than normal. She even ignore Morrison calling out to her, she needed a moment to think about why she felt the way she did and to assure herself that it was the late nights and not.. whatever this was that she was feeling.