( She gives a breathy scoff at that comeback, but she asked to handle this like adults, so she'll show some self-restraint. No point in trading anymore sass when she's already said her piece and it won't help her with the actual problem at hand. Namely, getting him to surrender the rifle. How exactly she's going to do this, she's not sure, but that doesn't mean she won't try. Having no gun of her own, Angela could easily be overpowered any time he wanted to, she's aware of that, not to mention that any firepower she's ever used wouldn't be able to do much for her appeal in the face of rockets.

So, reason it is. That's the best she's got. And guilt tripping, of course. ) By rights, if not by law. I can guarantee that if the man who oversaw that weapon's design were awake, he'd rather have it in my possession, than yours. ( Her face hardens at that, the thought of Torbjörn a multi-faceted reminder. She loved him, loves him, and yet she's seen already today the product of his tinkering that actually weaponised her work. Now, she's face to face with a weapon he at least helped design. )

Good reason? Do really think that means anything? As if well-intentioned people can't sow destruction. Though, whatever your intentions actually are, I suppose I can't really speak to them, can I. ( After shaking her head, she levels him with a chilled glance, the kind that comes when her kindness has been packed under the weight of the things that's she's learnt to know better. ) Is that really your final answer?