Her lips pull into a thin line. As much as things still weren't smoothed out between her and her mother, there seethed a low burning, sustained anger at whoever had tried to take her out.

And then Reyes. She hadn't heard nor thought about him in years - not since Blackwatch had come to light and the subsequent explosion at Overwatch's HQ. She'd spent her energies mourning over Jack and Ana. It makes her wonder, though ... with the letter form Ana, and with Jack standing here in front of her ... she looks at him and frowns, cautiously curious and yet somewhat afraid about what she might hear.

"Is he ... did he really die, or is he like you and my mother? Biding his time, digging somewhere else?" Do I need to be on my guard is half what she's asking.