Cuz I love my OC and wanted to share her on here for Overwatch OC Week. Name: Aika Aiino
Codename: Maneki
Age: 36
Height: 5′3″
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Blackwatch (formerly), Overwatch (recall)
Hero Class: Defense
Health: 250 (Armor: 50)
Base of Operations: Lijiang, China
Bio: Aika is the daughter of a young yakuza thug, who affectionately called her "Maneki" because of her love for Maneki-neko. Due to her father working with the Shimada clan, Maneki gained a variety of skills, such as hacking security systems and wielding assault weapons. However, she did not approve of this lifestyle and, at age 14, hopped an airplane to Colorado.
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Upon reaching there, Maneki overheard about Overwatch, hacking into the security system to enter and inquire of joining the organization. Irritated, but impressed with her skills, she was issued to Blackwatch under Gabriel Reyes. Over time, she became an elite member, along with Jesse McCree. On the attack of the Swiss Unit, Maneki refused to kill any other Overwatch member, including Doctor Ziegler. She was left with both eyes severely damaged and hands shot off by an unknown Blackwatch member.
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After several surgeries and procedures, Maneki was able to gain her sight back, but became colorblind. Prosthetic hands were custom-made to replace her severed ones. Once Maneki got accustomed to her changes, she designed her own combat gauntlets to use as defense and was never heard from again.
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Several appearances of her surfaced while taking out a Talon group in Lijiang Tower. She was also called on by Winston during the Overwatch Recall.
Weapon: Paw Gauntlets designed to withstand a high amount of heat. Swings like Reinhardt's hammer, with two swipes per second. Range: 3 meters Damage: 60
Abilities
L Shift- Paw Dash
Uses her gauntlets' fire power to propel her forward. Duration: 1 second. Cool down: 7 seconds
E- Neko Bomb
Paws of the gauntlets open to shoot out small balls of fire, one for each paw. Range: 6 meters. Duration: .5 seconds. Cool down: 5 seconds Damage: 70
Ultimate- Fortune Swipe Both gauntlet paws are raised at to a high heat. Whatever enemy gets swiped will have a lingering heat, sapping some health from them. Duration: 6 seconds. Damage: 80
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The enveloping darkness was a calming sensation. A soft enveloping to the mind as you remained still.
Any sensation of your body is basically from the outside world. Dina knew she was unconscious physically. But she was able to feel every needle in her arms, feeding her body with blood and fluids. The sensation leaving a burn as her whole body ached.
She felt the heart monitors stuck on her chest and she all too well knew the sensation of choking from the breathing mask.
On one side, a light shone bright into her field of vision. But Dina didn’t want this end. She wasn’t one to go out easy, or break a promise.
‘Promise…’ She thought to herself, and she suddenly felt her palm getting compressed softly and almost like water, her collarbone was getting moist.
She remembered the voice barking at her not to die. Dina knew that was Jack for sure, that man barks his orders more than an actual dog.
Thinking of Jack made her chest feel tight. She could feel her heart strain as her nose burned. She had spent almost two years working with him and being his friend. She grew to love him and the sudden idea that she could’ve been another name on a stone for him to see utterly terrorized her.
Curling to a ball, she could feel the anger with herself mingling with the fear and sadness. The fear of dying and leaving her significant other behind.
Almost like quicksand, she felt herself sink into the darkness, tears streamed down her face and her hearing picked up noise. The sound of a heart machine beeping loudly as the grip of her hand tightened. Darkness had taken her vision away as her hearing cleared up.
“No, no stay with me Dina! I’m begging, I can’t lose you!” She heard Jack call out. Pulling on her heart strings as he became desperate.
It started with the heart rate change, moving to tears streaming down her cheeks as her hand twitched, holding back the soldier’s hand.
That was how she woke up, gasping and shaking as sobs racked her body.
“Shh,Shh… You’re here, you’re okay. Breathe Dina.” She heard Jack soothingly say as his voice cracked from what previously could well be crying.
Dina tried to relax as she felt Jack’s calloused and rough hand gently rub up and down her arm, attempting to soothe her.
When Dina opened her eyes, she quicly hissed at the flash of white and squinted, “Too… fucking bright.” She groggily said, her voice crisp and similar to an old hags’ voice that had smoked all her life. She tilted her head to the side and looked at Jack.
“Hey…” She rasped, taking in the unkempt face of Morrison.
Amongst the facial scars, he had dark bags under his eyes, stubble had grown out to a thin resemblance to a beard near the sideburns. His small beard the same platinum as his hair. But his blue eyes still glistened like the moon on water.
“You are an idiot.” He started and Dina smirked.
“You risked your life, almost died, forcefully pushed me out of a battle where you needed help and lastly, scared me half to death.” He continued, making Dina hum in reply.
“Never do that again. I’ll kill you if the enemy doesn’t do so themselves.” He said, joking lightly as he lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“M’kay… How’s your leg now Jack?” She asked.
“Good. Still limping a little.” He replied.
She chuckled, “I’m just wondering, why am I not fully healed?” She asked, she knew it took up to afew weeks to heal completely and it said on her bedside table she was in the med bay for a month now.
“Your wound in the abdomen got infected. The doctors thought you’d die so they put you in a coma to heal on your own.” He said.
“Your heart stopped at one point and they had to resuscitate you.” He mumbled, almost scared to remember that moment.
“To be honest. I didn’t want to die.” She said, her voice clearing up.
“If I did, I’d be breaking my promise, wouldn’t I? I’m not one to break promises… and I’m not one to hurt a friend. Maybe something more than a friend- but that’s beside the point… Unless uh, the friend felt the same but I’m not implying that I love this said friend or that I wouldn’t mind maybe perhaps marrying this friend if they wanted to do so too— “Dina’s ramble was cut short from Jack leaning forward and kissing her forehead.
Jack laughed as he held on the brunette’s hand.
“How about you recover first? But I am certain the friend feels the same.” He said, making Dina smile as she looked at him in the eye.
“How about this: I’ll make a promise to you. I’ll… uh.” Jack started, getting stuck.
“I got one. Promise me that you won’t die on me.” Dina said and Jack smiled softly.
“Deal. We’ll be there for eachother.” He said.
From that day on. A promise was kept and a vow was made.
Dina had decided to spend her morning meditating. It was a way Zenyatta taught her to slowly be able to control her blind rages more often.
With a deep breath in, she tried to think of the now, but she couldn’t help as her mind drifted away to the past, a past full of pain, anger and hardships.
Her breathing became shaky as a burning sensation ran down her left nub of an arm, she remembered clearly the metal hook that wrapped around her arm and ripped it off by force.
The memory of the smoke and fire surrounding her as she came back to being conscious, and the fear of dying. She was scared, weak and in all that uncertainty, anger arose like a devil bargaining for her.
She began to shake as her memories drifted further. Back in Nepal, when her blind rage became frequent. She could remember the redness in her vision, the way every vein and artery palpated adrenaline like blood through her system, she remembered how she had to be restrained as her body convulsed and her brain went on overdrive, the need to harm, maim and kill was almost primitive in her senses as all reason was dulled away.
All those memories began to produce fear as tears streamed down Dina’s cheeks. Would she relapse to that side of herself? She feared hurting her new family, hurting anyone she loved without realising it.
Sobs racked through her body as she clutched onto her left arm, crying from both the phantom pains and the immense fear tightening her chest.
As if god wanted her to calm down, she felt a pair of arms around her form as a hand combed through her hair.
“T-thank you, thank you…” she hiccupped, clutching onto the jacket of whoever was holding her.
She could smell gunpowder and cologne mingled with the oily, yet warm scent of sunflowers. She could feel herself relax to the embrace, her hugger slowly rocking back and forth with Dina in his arms.
“It… burns.” Dina mumbled into the chest of her comforter, who hummed and kept petting her head.
“I know. It burned for me too.” The voice stated, making Dina slowly come back to reality.
“Where did it burn?” she asked,
“Everywhere.” He replied.
“Are you scared?” Dina asked,
“Sometimes” the soldier replied.
“Is it being scared of hurting others?” she questioned.
“No, I just, get scared of losing people that matter.” 76 responded, kissing Dina on the head as she huddled closer to him.
“Are you afraid of that Gabriel guy you mentioned?” Dina murmured,
“I’m afraid of what he’s become, not the real him.” 76 said as he slowly helped Dina get off of her bed.
Dina nodded and looked at 76, “I… lost my arm in the outback, I was lucky I didn’t die. But…” she looked down at the remainders of her arm, letting out a shaky sigh as she let the silence drown her.
“You felt like you died anyway?” 76 asked, Dina nodded in reply.
“Yeah. I didn’t feel like myself anymore, if that makes sense, it’s like being another you.” She said.
76 rubbed her back comfortingly as he held her hand. Trying to show compassion and understanding.
“I know… I guess, a part of me died a few years ago. I was in a blast and that day was the day I died. Along with my comrade and friend.” He recalled the indelible memory as he felt all his scars burn from just the memory of the fire surrounding him.
They both sat close to one another. The silence comforting them as they stayed close, small touches on the shoulders and back being an unspoken comfort.
“What was the dead man’s name?” Dina asked quietly, almost as if to keep the silence unbroken.
“Jack.” 76 replied, just as quietly as Dina had asked.
“Do you miss that part of you?” she asked, her hand still holding his.
“Yeah, sometimes.” He responded, making Dina look at him.
She could see the start of a scar on his forehead, she softly let go of his hand and raised it to his head, gently coursing her hand through the weary soldier’s smooth hair. The platinum hair tainted with age contrasting to her tanned palm. 76 leaned into the touch.
Her hand glided over to his jawline, touching the cold, smooth metal that was his visor. The soldier cupped his hand over hers and guided it to a small button. He made her click it and the visor unclamped with a silent hiss.
Dina closed her eyes, respecting that he might not want her to see his face. She could feel his warm breath ghost over her face and then, she felt a rough, yet soft pair of lips press against her cheek. She could feel the coarseness of his lips and the soft bumps of scar tissue.
She felt her way to cup his cheek. The fine coarseness of stubble running through her fingertips, making her smile a little as she soothingly rubbed her thumb against his cheekbone.
“You’re still Jack… He is just stuck in the past. And that’s okay.” She whispered as she felt his head turn and kiss her palm.
“Then that means you’re still Dina too, no matter how much you think you lost yourself.” Jack said as he pulled Dina in his arms. Embracing her once again.
Dina opened her eyes but felt them burn as tears streamed down her face, wetting the fabric of Jack’s jacket.
He noticed from her shoulders shaking and had her face him again, “Hey, hey it’s alright. Look at me sweetheart.” He cooed, making her face him.
Dina’s eyes had gone red from crying and her cheeks were glistening from the salty tears. Jack used his thumbs and wiped them away and then kissed her forehead.
“You’re okay. Nothing will hurt you now… You were so strong all these years and I’m sure whoever is looking out for you up there is proud. Proud their girl grew out to be a strong and brave woman. Strong to make friends and help others.” He said, feeling a fluttering and light sensation in his chest as he stopped talking, gasping slightly to catch his breath.
“You… Are breathtaking, really.” He concluded, and almost like a hawk acting on pure instinct, took the chance and quickly pressed his lips against hers and pulled back.
‘All the months I’ve spent with you made me love you for who you are and who you were.’ He thought to himself as Dina’s cheeks reddened, a soft blush matched her tan skin and in a sequence she leaned forward and pecked his lips, quickly drawing back.
It was already a hard challenge for the adult brunette to control her temper, but it was even more of a puzzle to herself why she was willing to join the recalled Overwatch.
The woman’s bare feet left steamy marks on the tiled and metal flooring of the living quarters. The only distracting noise from the deafening silence was the shuffling of her items in a small duffel bag.
“Eleven, twelve, faar out… This is so much orderly than what it was while I was with the Shambali…” She murmured to herself as she passed by dozens of empty rooms or rooms that were occupied with other folk, who happily chatted; or at times yelled at one another.
She kept her gaze fixed at the ground as she finally reached the end of the corridor and one beaten down living quarter stood in front of her. The number was scratched out and whatever was visible from the opened door showed it was quite old and worn out. She looked up and blinked in surprise at the darkness of the room. It appeared no one was in the room and so she took afew steps in.
The first striking detail was the sudden temperature drop that made a light shiver run down her back. The second detail was the sudden red glow in the room that brought to life a silhouette of her figure to life, along with a soft hum of electricity bringing something to life.
With a turn, the brunette came face to face… or rather face to a glowing red mask and with a quick cuss she threw a left hook at the figure facing her. Her eyes widened as the bloke caught her fist without even flinching, and just in time, the lights flickered to life to reveal an old looking man with platinum hair, his face covered by a visor and the woman’s fist cupped in his gloved hand.
It took her several seconds to process what happened until she spoke her mind, “How… wait, how did you block that?” she quizzed as the man let go of her fist.
The man remained quiet as her arm fell to her side, clattering lightly. The long silence as they stared eachother down was almost ear shattering until she heard the faint sound of the man clearing his throat, “I have gone hand to hand with people who had prosthetics, you’re not the first one.” He spoke in a husky, yet metallic noise from the visor’s cover.
With the back of her hand, the woman rubbed at her nose as a sign of interest. “I see…” she hummed, turning her head to see a set of two beds. One having a pulse rifle on it and a duffel bag. With a swift motion, she tossed her bag to the unoccupied bed and turned back to facing the man infront of her, “Then I’m sure you won’t mind me sleeping in the same room as you, considering you’ve gone up against worse.” She said, a small smirk on her features.
“And who said you can stay in the same space as me?” he questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his weight.
This made the woman laugh as she stretched her arm across her chest, a soft crackling emitting from the joints, “No one really. But I’d rather hang out with you, rather than stay in a dorm with someone who doesn’t know how to go hand to hand with a woman wearing a prosthetic.” She replied, “I’m not trying to make an enemy here. You seem like a nice guy.” She said and extended her right hand outwards to the man.
“Call me Dina, Dina Heartt.” She stated and looked at the gruff man infront of her. The long pause made her feel a little uneasy but she thanked all the godson earth as he slowly extended his hand and gripped hers firmly, “Soldier 76.” He replied in a simple manner.
Dina smiled a little and thought to herself. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad start in here.
Today’s mission was special and important for Jack. He had asked his most trusted comrades to join him.
Their goal, to invade a Talon base where Reaper was believed to currently residing. The plan was easier said than done. Quickly go in and take out mercenaries then leave it to just the crew and Reaper.
The plan instantly failed due to being misinformed. It appeared Widowmaker was there too. Making it more of a situation of Jack’s team getting ambushed rather than his team ambushing Talon.
Everyone was shut off in separate spaces of the enemy base. Ana and Reinhardt were currently shut off, fighting Widow and Sombra.
Dina and Jack were stuck fighting only Reaper. The challenge was how capable he was at fighting groups of people.
Dina ‘s prosthetic sprung to life with a flick of the wrist. A small crossbow rising from the husk of metal. She quickly looked at Jack and met his gaze.
With a nod, they split up, trying to shift Reaper’s attention to multiple directions. Dina shot a metal arrow on a wall and quickly jumped, grasping the cool bar, she suspended herself higher to get better shots at the Reaper.
To her dismay, a mercenary showed his ugly mug. Shooting at her. The spray of bullets simply grazed her shoulder and back, making her hiss as she turned and shot at the mercenary. A quick headshot rendered him dealt with, but four more showed up and began shooting down at Jack, who was holding well against Reaper.
Dina shot herself pathways to climb and take down the mercenaries, all of them giving her either grazes or minor wounds.
She knew they’d heal quickly enough to stop bleeding, unless they were really deep, then those would take hours to stop bleeding.
The ear shattering smash of glass took her out of her train of thought as she saw from above Jack was thrown against glass monitors. He staggered to regain his posture and Reaper was advancing slowly. She looked around frantically and saw she had a small flight of stairs behind her.
Without thinking, she sprinted to the stairs.
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Jack was still on the ground, a shot on the leg making it hard for him to stand up as he saw Gabriel inch closer, “See, Jack. This, this is what was meant to happen five years ago. I should’ve taken you down with me! You never listened and now here we are… With you on the ground, like a dying dog.” Gabriel growled through his mask as he pointed his gun at Jack.
In what was a split second between Gabriel shooting and Jack getting fatally shot, a loud screech of metal making contact with the shotgun echoed in the space.
The small shock made Gabriel look at where his gun went, only to find it lodged in a wall by a machete. His eyes darkened further as he looked at his ambusher. Which was the brunette woman That Jack had dragged along with him. This was their fight, not hers.
“Not so fast mate.” She called out and pulled another machete from her belt, handling it with her right arm, she rushed at the Reaper and sliced at him.
He dodged by forming to a wraith and drawing back as Dina slinked Jack’s arm over her shoulders, Helping him to the closed door.
‘Passwords don’t work well if a machete is involved’ Dina thought as she jammed the bullet proof glass door to open quickly, hauling Jack through the opening as the door closed again, leaving Jack outside.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” he barked at her as he banged at the glass. Dina just smirked and looked at Reaper, who was simply observing the situation.
“Go get help. I’ll keep Reaper off your ass.” She stated, Jack was not happy as he growled.
“You idiot! I won’t have you die to save me!” Jack barked once again but Dina just pressed her palm against the glass.
“I won’t die today; I promise you that Morrison.” She said and turned her back to him.
“Now get going!” she yelled as she began walking to Reaper, who had his new shotguns already out.
*
Dina had been fighting Reaper for what felt like days. The almighty fear of his cold nature striking her almost to the equivalent of a mosquito sting. She was annoyed by him.
He seemed to be playing around a lot. But soon enough to her liking, he began shooting more and making sure he didn’t underestimate her.
When he’d rush at her, Dina would dodge it and sneak in a slash with her machete.
One particular nasty hit at his side was enough to render him enraged as he became faster, stronger and his eyes flared red like a demon’s as he chased for Dina.
She was merely buying time and gas canisters did the trick. They had them lying around and the chance was perfect as she blasted Reaper more than enough with them.
But her time was running thin as she began getting tired out. Shotgun shrapnel began to hit her more.
First it was her shoulder, which she ignored, even if it hurt like hell.
Then it was Reaper kicking her against a wall, hitting her head. While she got stunned, she didn’t let him do too much as she staggered her way out of fire with pure luck.
In the span of twenty minutes, her lip was busted, her shoulder still bled and her forehead bruised.
She kept her fighting on, the combat becoming more melee.
*
In the span of one hour. She was now almost out of supplies. The Reaper had shot at her too close and to defend herself, she used her prosthetic, which rendered it obliterated as pieces of metal flew everywhere.
That knocked Dina back and she staggered to get her composure.
But she wasn’t fast enough as she felt cold metal meet with her face and a hot sensation pierce at her gut, making her fall down.
Her back was pressed against a wall as she felt hot blood pour from her gut. Reaper chuckled darkly as she grunted, her face paling as her eyes squeezed shut.
“You were not even a challenge, more or less a warmup.” Reaper taunted as he grabbed her by the throat.
Dina felt her chest grow tight and her palms began to sweat. Her breaths mingled with growls as her anger began to rise high.
Reaper looked in confusion as the veins near her eyes began to darken, turning black. He was surprised when her eyes snapped open, revealing her brown irises had turned milky in colour and a sharp sensation tingled through his lower abdomen. He looked down to see the woman had lodged her machete in him.
Her inhuman growl threw him off as she kicked his face and lunged, repeatedly trying to stab him.
Dina was currently in a blind rage. Her mind similar to a wolf’s as she striked for her prey.
She had managed to slice at Reaper ‘s side multiple times, but her defences were non-existent as she continuously got hit by gunfire.
This didn’t stop her as she slammed her body on Reaper, tackling the man to the ground as she kneed him in the chin, and swiftly stabbed one of his open palms, the metal getting driven through the ground and Reaper’s palm.
Reaper howled in pain as he jumped off him and snatched the machete that was previously into one of his guns and with a lunge, she stabbed his other hand.
With an inhuman cry she staggered away from her injured enemy and covered her face with her hands. When she looked at him again. Her eyes had shifted back to being shiny and healthy.
Dina heard the doors hiss as they opened. The loud thudding of footsteps blaring in her ears as her vision went blurry.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and one cupping her cheek. It was so warm but she felt so cold.
“D—a, hey, hey look at me! L— “she heard a muffled voice bark at her as white noise settled in.
She felt her legs give way and the world sink like she was drowning in her own blood.
She never fell but she could hear someone cry out to her.
“I didn die…I k-kept my promissse.” She mumbled out as her mind went dark.
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Jack was shaking as he held onto Dina. Her breath faint but still there.
“Don’t you dare die on me! You can’t do this, you promised!” He barked, Ana trying to get a hold of Dina to help her out but Jack was nowhere near on letting go of the brunette and time was running out.
Reinhardt had called for an airship to pick them up and as quickly as he could, he picked up three people. And began running, with Ana in tow.
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Day 8: wild card ((I decided to do some character info)) This is what Dina looks like when she's on a blind rage (aka Berserk mode) She can be very aggressive but only if heavily injured. The reason why her eyes go milky and the veins around her eyes go black is due to her being from the Australian outback, the radiation has affected her health in numerous ways. One way is her healing is enhanced so a deep wound that would take 6 weeks, it would take her 3 weeks to heal, unless it's infected. Then it takes an excess 2 weeks to fully heal and get rid of the infection. The other way her body was affected was a small immunity to radiation. She can't get poisoned but she can get a little light headed and get sick for awhile. The most notable change is the blind rages themselves which were due to an overmutation to the adrenaline glands. When heavily injured or aggravated, Dina's fight or flight response pumps overly excessive amounts of adrenaline that affect the eyes in such a way that her eyes change to that milky hue that was stated above. This makes her immune to feeling pain and her aggresion is directed at her attacker. Making her only target one person as she begins to lash out, striking at an inhuman speed. The negative side effect is that once her rage subsides and she reverts to a sober state, her body will collapse. Shutting down to recuperate and begin healing to stop any bleeding. This berserk mode first initiated after the almost lethal injury where she lost her left arm up to the elbow from a raid. In a daze, she tried to run away only to pass out once the adrenaline subsided. Omnics discovered her and due to hospitals prohibiting omnic access, they traveled to Nepal, where they had her recover in the Shambali homeland. There she met Zenyatta, who began teaching her to meditate as a method of controlling the trauma induced rages. She also met Genji, who at the time, was preparing himself for traversing to Hanamura and reaching out to Hanzo. Genji and Dina became friends after they began meditating together and talking about their lives to one another. His calm personality, made Dina see some things on a different light. So when Genji was leaving for Hanamura, Dina decided to travel. Her plan was to join the recalled Overwatch in hopes her skills and enhancements could help get the world back together as one community. A community she had lost to the omnic crisis years ago along with her family.
It was another training day. And Dina, amongst the other heroes trained immensely, until someone tapped her shoulder.
Quickly turning with a hum, she came face to face with one of, if not her only old friends, “Genji! Haven’t seen you in quite a while!” She said as she slightly towered over the Japanese man.
“Ah yes it’s been awhile. I was wondering… Did you leave your wash unattended?” he asked her and in a split second you could see her face and sanity crack as her eyes widened in fear, “Uh.. No? I mean- No. I didn’t, why are you asking?” She questioned as she cracked her knuckles as tension began to rise.
Genji tilted his head and hummed. Lifting his hand with three fingers in the air. He lowered one, and then another. And as all his fingers lowered into his palm, Dina began to pray for her soul as she heard loud stomping, only to see McCree, waddling like a penguin, and wearing one of her shirts.
The fabric was made to be tight and compressing to fit for climbing and her fight style. So it wasn’t surprising Jesse had his midriff showing and all his muscles were painfully visible as the clothes compressed everything.
Genji’s chortles could’ve been audible had it not been for the waddling cowboy squealing out for help and that this was cutting off air from his lungs. Dina looked down and tried not to laugh as she pulled out her machete, beginning to approach a straining Jesse.
“Oi McCree, just relax! I’m not killing you.” She barked as she gripped the shirt from the collar and slowly sliced the fabric open, allowing the cowboy to breathe.
“Say that all you want doll, but how in the hell are you not dying wearing clothes like these?” he asked as Dina ripped off the remainder of what was McCree’s shirt.
With a hum, she responded, “Back when I was in the outback, you come to learn to deal with clothes that don’t fit. Also the tightness keeps my body slim so I can get through rubble well and climb.” She looked at the memory of what was a good shirt and wiped some sweat off her forehead with what was now rags.
“Anyway, next time, I’ll make sure you won’t rummage through my unattended laundry.” She stated with a smirk, beginning to stroll back to her room in the living quarters.
