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Baptiste wasn’t at all thrilled to be on the back-burner, while the rest of the team was ahead and doing the more interesting parts of the mission. He felt like he was practically babysitting this scientist, no matter how skilled she was in her craft. He wasn’t pleased, and his expression conveyed that clearly enough. “I’d say.” He agreed on that at least, that this was quite the circumstance for them to meet for the first time. The combat medic shouldered his hefty weapon, and glanced back at her, trying to not be as uptight as he felt over this situation. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, Doctor O’deorain. Never thought you’d actually take to the field with your research, but what do I know... I’m not used to another medical officer being with me on a mission.” | @talonedbanshee​ |

Mercy found herself smirking towards the other, as it was so very obvious that the other woman was completely taken by surprise from her slight change in attire. The darker version of her usual combat outfit, she didn’t know it would cause this type of reaction, and she wasn’t about to switch out of it yet. “I’m pretty sure I can see just fine.” Her smirk widening, and she tilted her head back, exposing some of the underside of the extremely skin-tight suit, along her neckline. “And you seem to really like this, hm? Trying to rush me away. One would think you’re something nervous, Doctor?” | @talonedbanshee |

   “A waste?? Is that what you think this is??” He tried not to be loud, but the emotion behind all of this still burned deeply inside of him. This woman dared to come into his space and try to talk to him?? But of what? What was her goal in all of this, he had to wonder. “Answers?... Just what do you want to know?” He found himself growing calm again, as he focused on whatever it was that she wanted here. There were many possibilities that ran through his mind, of technology that she could want to possess, but he left that to what she’d say or confirm.    “If this is a trick, Doctor... This is your only warning to not cross me, for you will regret it.” He knew she’d understand the threat clearly enough, but with how smug she appeared to be didn’t ease any lingering tension in his being. His gaze was on her, trying to decipher if there was more she wasn’t letting on. | @talonedbanshee​ |

His dark eyes were trained on the woman, examining every metallic feature and her twisted smirk. He wondered how she managed to find him, but knew it was bound to happen with their resources, and he remembered that well enough. It wasn’t like Talon to release operatives out in the open, unless there was some extravagant plan to get someone back into the fold. “You need to leave. This place won’t look kindly to violence.” Gestures to the sign above the bar that read ‘No guns’. Then his hard gaze was back to her, and all of his disgust showing on his much younger features. “Why would they send their scientist?? Is the sniper nearby...” He wasn’t ready to go out, not in a time like this, but if it came to it he would make sure they all were given one hell of a time. Already his blood was pumping, preparing himself to run if he had to quickly. | @talonedbanshee​ |

     “Oh?? Well, if that’s what this is, then alright.” She glanced again at the surrounding tools on the tables, and went to that judgement rather quickly. She’d definitely be needing a distraction after that stress. Her gaze went back to the doctor again as she was addressed, the smile on the other’s face kept her attention fully, and she nodded in agreement. “You know what?? Sure, why not! I wouldn’t mind a break, myself. I’d say it’s deserved.” A hot cup of Joe seemed like the best option right now, something to calm the nerves, and give an ample boost of energy as well. | @talonedbanshee​ |

  “Really? I find that hard to believe.” She smiled lightly, trying not to let anything aggressive come about, if it ever seemed that way. She knew that sometimes people would get a little upset if she appeared somewhat smug, in at particularly the wrong moments. So, she was going to try and keep herself in check here. “At least he’s in good hands with us involved, huh.” Angela wasn’t that confident in many things, but when it came to providing care and nursing people to health, she was one-hundred percent sure of herself.     “If you need a hand in whatever you’re doing there... I’m assuming it’s something to help Reyes? You can always ask me.” | @talonedbanshee​ |

She paused once the other had called out for her to wait, and turned halfway towards the woman with an expression filled with so much annoyance at how much time she just wasted. Then, she turned fully with her arms folded across her chest, considering the question being pointed her way, and shrugged a shoulder at it. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t assume so much, Doctor. I never hated you, for I haven’t had a reason to. Everyone here can be so critical of one another, so it’s no wonder you’d think they all had thought that way.” Another shrug from her, and she let herself finally relax after a moment passed. “I was wondering how you were doing? How have you been holding up here? Besides all of that...” | @talonedbanshee​ |

    “I--- what???” Her eyes widened a bit at that, before frowning once again and looking exasperated at the other woman. She couldn’t believe that this was even being brought into the discussion, as she had only wanted an actual conversation with the other. “That’s not what this is about, at all!? I had no idea you hated me. Good to know. I’m only trying to talk with you. There’s no need to be this way...” She turned away to glare at something on the table, annoyed already that it was turning into this, and she wondered if she should take her leave of the lab for the rest of the night. It was obvious the other just wanted to be left alone, after all. “Good night, Doctor.” | @talonedbanshee​ |

Angela glanced towards the gestured dishes that were filled with so many of various bacteria, and whatever else Moira had attained samples of. The slight frown appeared on her face as she realized that the other had called her something as low as mold. There was clearly a lack of respect going on here between them, but it was definitely one-sided, as she had thought the other to be exceptional in her field. She folded her arms across her chest, brows raising with sarcasm dipped in her tone as she fixed her gaze on the dual-eyed individual. “So, that’s it, huh? You’re just going to wallow in your solitude, instead of taking a chance at having some sort of meaningful dialogue with another? That’s kinda lonesome, don’t you think? And a bit unhealthy, for someone who needs all of her brainpower at it’s fullest to think through critical situations, and studies.” | @talonedbanshee​ |

Angela had been working diligently on her own studies, along with bringing aide to any that needed it in her field. Tonight it seemed that she was to be lumped up with the likes of the other, more wary scientist, once the rest of the teams dispatched and moved onto other tasks. From the looks of it she saw the expression on O’Deorain’s face, that annoyed crease where her mouth frowned, that Angela had already done too much to annoy her. All I’ve done was breathe, and she seems to hate me. She took a moment to collect herself after making direct eye contact with the other, and brings a hand up to clear her throat as her glance moved off to something else, aimlessly. “Well, I noticed that you were alone over here, and thought you could use some company?” Overwatch really didn’t have any use for me elsewhere tonight? Alright then. | @talonedbanshee​ |

Ashe smirked to herself, pleasantly pleased with the results of tonight’s hefty score. It wasn’t often she, well rarely (if not ever), had a chance to bed a prisoner. Though, none of them had the appeal that this one does, and she had been made viciously aware of it as the growing minutes passed between them. Now, she was itching to have those fingers between her legs, and found herself willing to do whatever it takes just to have her selfish wants. “I’ll be even more fearless after we’re done here! And if someone questions, I’ll just knock their teeth out.” She said with her breaths already coming out in light pants, finding all of this situation far more exciting than any thrill-seeking train robbery. Fingers grasp at the other, needing to have her up close and personal, while her lips continued to insistently press into her neck for bites and nips. “I want it-- I want it, even from a lowly prisoner. You’re damn right, I do!” | @talonedbanshee |

   “Dear, you are absolutely right on that. I’m more than he could handle, and that’s why he left. Stupid moron, that boy! Jesse seems to miss out on the best of opportunities.” She smirked, thoroughly enjoying the rough sort of treatment from her ‘prisoner,’ and pressed herself up even closer to the woman’s warm body. It was refreshing to have someone that was willing to go out of the usual comfort zone, and gave Ashe the kind of thrill she had been seeking for some while. She pressed her lips against the other’s neck, while her hands were busy with the straps and near skin-tight cloth that trapped the scientist’s lithe form beneath. Ashe’s mind was so wrapped up in this wonderful, delightful attention, that she almost didn’t care if this could possibly lead into some sort of trap from the other. Any chance at pleasure, she was more than willing to lower her defenses for it; a hefty price for delicious sin. Fingers gripped with the woman’s hip, forcing her to crash right up against her middle, and a guttural gasp left her throat. She craved for more. “Give it to me, sweetcakes. Give this to me now!” | @talonedbanshee​ |

   “...Hm... I don’t know what McCree’s told you, but he’s certainly got a wild imagination, and probably lyin’. Wouldn’t trust his word.” She thought briefly on that scruffy, troublesome man, and then scoffed at the mental image of him trying to explain to anyone on how she was. It was something of a compliment, she was sure of it, that he was somewhat bragging about her in a way, but overall it was mostly annoying!  Then her thoughts were back to the present, and of the woman near her that was clearly offering help with an outfit that was just a little too snug and tucked into her pants. With another smirk her way, Ashe turned fully to the other and presented herself with open arms. “If you’d kindly would. It’d be appreciated.” | @talonedbanshee​ |