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There was definitely something to Lúcio that made Angela want to smile, instantly caught up in his positive energy. She had no qualms with shaking his hand, looking him over with amusement. However, skipping out on paperwork wasn’t exactly the kind of standard that Overwatch as setting–even if the man seemed like he meant no harm. Before she could scold him on that point, Lúcio’s words made her pause. It wasn’t often that Angela could see herself in her colleagues, maybe most akin to Winston and yet not very similar to him at all. Lúcio took her thoughts back to when she had first joined Overwatch, skeptical and critical. She’d never backed down from voicing her issues with the organisation, somewhat pleased that it seemed there was still a generation of like-minded people. Even if Angela had become fond of the man in a number of minutes, she still knew the boundaries of what she could or couldn’t say. It wasn’t professional to discuss her honest thoughts with a man who wasn’t technically even enlisted yet, leaving Angela to purse her lips together as she carefully picked her next words.

“Blackwatch certainly existed, yes–but it was disbanded in the fall of Overwatch. I’m afraid I couldn’t tell you much about it as there wasn’t much reason for me to be involved with it.” While that wasn’t strictly true, Angela also didn’t see any reason to explain the complicated relationship she’d had with Gabriel. She certainly had her own ideas about what Blackwatch had been doing, pieced together by the talks they’d had and the information she knew in hindsight, but that was simply speculation. More than that, the doctor wasn’t exactly desperate to inform others of her friendship with Gabriel either. “There were certainly rumours but..  Either way, it’s not active now. I doubt it will be ever again.” It was difficult to stop her voice from becoming too strained, but Angela tried not to let her own personal bias bleed through too much.

Lúcio was far from contented with the confirmation that the hero group he idolized had side dealings in terrorism. He was however, satisfied with Dr. Ziegler’s honest answers, having expected most agents to deny Blackwatch existed or talk around the question. “I should’a figured you didn’t much about it. I mean if you did know, there’s no way you would’ve let that kind of shit slide.” He’d sensed a hint of regret in her voice as she spoke, likely stemming from the fact that she hadn’t know to stop it back then.“But what about Strike-Commander Morrison, as the leader of Overwatch he had to have known, right?” After bringing up Morrison, Lúcio wondered if he made a mistake. He didn’t know how well the two agents knew each other, but regardless most people don’t like to talk about their dead friends. “Actually, I guess it doesn’t really matter what he knew.” It wasn’t as though Lúcio could talk to him about it.

There had never been any debate over the fact that Overwatch was a dangerous organization. Originating as a task force to combat the omnic crisis and now active across the globe as a peace keeping force, it was inevitable that it’s recruits would see their share of combat in order to help the world reach that peace. Which is why they were doing this.

Granted, as Head of Medical Research, only basic self defense in the event of an attack on their base really seemed necessary. But with Dr. Ziegler so insistant on being a first responder and helping as many people as she could, Jack couldn’t comfortably send her into a war zone without some training. Yes, it was true that she probably wouldn’t be alone, but it wasn’t impossible that she would get separated from the others, or the people protecting her would come to injury and be unable to do so. Angela’s research and progress in nanology made her an invaluable asset to Overwatch, but that wouldn’t have mattered. Jack couldn’t stomach sending her into combat untrained whether she was Head of Medical Research or an aide who barely knew how to apply a bandage. 

Fortunately, no one thought it was a waste of time or resources to train her--not that Jack would have listened if they did. The benefits of being Strike Commander included being able to ask for advice and then choosing to ignore said advice. Still, though Angela finally spoke enough English that she no longer needed a translator, she was still not familiar with a lot of the staff, and Jack didn’t want to send just anyone to teach her.