[ The voice is the first giveaway, an accent that hasn't exactly been frequent around here, and 76's chest goes tight as he wonders if he's really that unlucky.
She crawls out from behind the pod and stands, making it very clear that he is that unlucky, because here is Angela Ziegler in the flesh. First he stumbles upon McCree, now her? What's next?
He's got no choice but to maintain his poker face, even with her in such close proximity (in fact, he backs away a couple steps), even when it's been years. There's a part of him that's glad to see her and there's a part of him that wants to beat a path away from her as quickly as possible, because he doesn't know how easily he can handle being around someone as good as Angela. A literal guardian angel, and he's nothing more than a washed-up "hero."
Still, she doesn't know who he is, doesn't even seem to recognize the person he is now: Soldier: 76. There are articles circulating around back home about him, but photos of him had been scarce, most of them low-quality images of his back.
Well, at least he doesn't have to deal with her admonishing him. (Yet.) ]
You're not disrespecting anything. [ He tilts his head toward the pod in question. Whoever's in there, he doesn't recognize them. ] What'd you find?
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She crawls out from behind the pod and stands, making it very clear that he is that unlucky, because here is Angela Ziegler in the flesh. First he stumbles upon McCree, now her? What's next?
He's got no choice but to maintain his poker face, even with her in such close proximity (in fact, he backs away a couple steps), even when it's been years. There's a part of him that's glad to see her and there's a part of him that wants to beat a path away from her as quickly as possible, because he doesn't know how easily he can handle being around someone as good as Angela. A literal guardian angel, and he's nothing more than a washed-up "hero."
Still, she doesn't know who he is, doesn't even seem to recognize the person he is now: Soldier: 76. There are articles circulating around back home about him, but photos of him had been scarce, most of them low-quality images of his back.
Well, at least he doesn't have to deal with her admonishing him. (Yet.) ]
You're not disrespecting anything. [ He tilts his head toward the pod in question. Whoever's in there, he doesn't recognize them. ] What'd you find?