#gcttkcmplex

Even though she’s been roughed up, with bruises peppering her skin and dried blood indicating a split lip, Amélie is smiling - because how couldn’t she? After the past days, where Talon had tried to use her knowledge to get Gerard, she had proven that she would not betray anyone at Overwatch...and had been freed. 

And now she was back, in the familiar room, seeing Angela hurry around and all she can do is smile at the face she knows so well, at seeing her friend once more, at being alive and well.

The pain feels like a small price for all of this.

Pfft, rules. Boooooooring.

As the guard’s voice continues to drone on, Lena doesn’t particularly bother to listen. She feels a bit bad about it; honestly, he’s just following orders. As a pilot, she certainly knows well and good about those. When you’re not at the top, there’s always somebody getting their socks off at the ability to tell their inferiors what to do and will take any opportunity they can. 

The difference is, Lena had gotten this far in life by knowing when to give the rules her good ol’ middle finger.

Meeting the guard’s eyes for a moment, she gives a small nod as if she understood what he was saying and had every intention of obeying. It becomes clear that it’s the opposite of her intention as the edges of her being start to shine blue, melting and fading into the empty space around her. It happens in the blink of an eye; one moment she is in front of the guard, the next she’d passed the “heavily guarded security entrance”. Not giving them time to realize what exactly happened, Lena presses forward again, finally letting out a pleased giggle that rings throughout the lab as the meters between her and the entrance only grow wider.

She’s clearly out of place here. Her ragged bomber vest, the leather glowing faintly with the reflection of the chronal accelerator, makes her stick out amongst the white lab coats. It only takes Lena a few moments to realize that she probably looks rather silly, standing around with a container of baked goods in such a...sterile environment. It’s not enough to make her self conscious, but she does become extremely aware that she likely has limited time before she’s found and kicked out.

Luckily, her objective isn’t hard to spot.

“G’Morning, Doctor Ziegler!” 

Lena appears in front of the lab table the woman is working at, thankfully without patient or colleague at the time. Her smile is wide, hopeful, and she gently puts the container of scones down on the table, away from the other supplies.