Flavors of Tragedy
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He was not exactly, one of them that was for certain, the medic seemed to float in and out, and he was nothing like Angela. No, Mr.Gannon wasn’t even a member so maybe it wasn’t her place to seek him out, however, Mei wasn’t the sort of person to let a good turn go unpaid. Whether he’d meant to or not, he had saved her life and especially since he wasn’t a member of the team it felt..prudent to thank him. Any information Winston could offer on the matter was sparse and she was lucky enough to find a means of contacting him at his workplace it felt, odd. Ever since she’d returned from Echo-Point she had not really gone out that much a walk here or there but, she clung to the Overwatch base, a safe space of sorts for her.
Still she had Snowball sans weaponry with her so, she felt relatively safe. She’d been given a rather comfortable chair in a waiting room by the secretary and now she waited for him to have a free moment...she’d come to thank him but the longer she stayed the more the climatologist felt as though she might be imposing on the situation. When a door opened she looked up form mumbling quietly with her robotic companion and put on a smile remembering her purpose clearing her throat.
“Hello Mr.Gannon, sorry to intrude I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.”
