#securitychiefpharah

“Amari, Fareeha. Your reputation as a stellar pilot proceeds you. Yet, I still find it vastly entertaining how both of our people, though thousends of miles apart, try to imitate the birds we cannot be~”

Widowmaker scoffed at the sight of the armoured woman, only for a cruel smirk to form on her face. “Fareeha Amari, oui?” She asked. “I knew your mother, dear. Quite well. Enough to know how I shot her eye, anyway.”

Mercy giggled brightly, “My goodness, Fareeha!” she grinned at the other woman, “How about I give it a listen then?” 

“Fareeha, please,” she said, crouching and touching her shoulder.

          “Faareh, have you seen my tablet? I was working on formulas last night and I know the last time I had it I was in here.” Angela might be frantically searching the common area, obvious panic on her face. She kept so much information on her tablet over her research and her suit and a number of other things she just didn’t want in anyone else's hands. This was just the culmination of a fairly awful day, and if she’d actually lost her tablet, she might just cry.

HURRAY FOR TIMEZONES

“乾杯!!!”