She watches him carefully, furrowed brow mixed with concern and sadness that this was anything he had to do in the first place.

But she's been out of Overwatch's loop for a long time. She might have had a front row seat when she was growing up, as she worked hard and positioned herself to be recruited, but when her mother had forbade it she'd been forced to refocus her attentions elsewhere. She kept up with people as she could, but no one had really let on how things had become on the inside.

"What do you mean, brought down? Jack -- what happened?" She knew there were theories - but there would always be theories and she hadn't had the luxury or the stomach to put much weight in them. Now, however, she's worried that she's turned her back on people who might have needed it most. There's an urgency in her voice, a regret that she wasn't there.