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[zippity]

How's it so many of you are runnin' about and not bringin' back any stories with you? Some of us could use it you know! Instead of havin' 'em all dumped out when they drop those spots on the news, anyway.

[Ahem.

Tracer is broadcasting from the monitor room, where she's clearly been serving out her duties with as much patience as she can muster (read: not a lot). Even with all of the activity, Tracer can't deal with the tedium. She's rigged up a way to continuously spin herself in a chair while she spends time dispatching Legionnaires as is expected of her. Even with that, she's incredibly restless, and has herself perched in the window, lounging on the sill in a manner that probably would be considered unsafe if she weren't capable of rewinding time around her.

Overwatch's systems were mostly automated. When a warning went out, the Strike Team left -- and that was the end of it. This dispatching nonsense makes her thankful that it never got quite as large, but also makes her nostalgic.

That's not the only thing, but. Well, its a big part of it. And while she's trying to think of a way to bring up that first thing without outing herself, she can be seen tapping her fingers nervously on the big glowing machine on her chest.]

...speakin' of stories. How many of you lot got families back where you came from? Maybe a better half...

[She pauses here -- not too long though. Don't want to be suspicious.]

...do you think they're still lookin' for you? It's been a tick, hasn't it?

Comments

[zippity]

Don't apologize, love. You're grown.

[So is she. This entire call out was a farce anyway -- time was frozen back home, supposedly (though, with her experience being lost in time, she isn't entirely convinced that is true). Emily wouldn't have the chance to move on if that was the case. And when all was said and done, she was going back.

This world doesn't need her.]

If you're alright, you're alright. Unless you aren't.

[She picks up a pen to press between her index fingers.]

[vata]

Were you all right after everything that happened? Are you all right now, wondering if you should go back?

[It's not accusatory, not sharp-edged or expectant; Lena dislikes so much so easily, and it's easier to reshape her perspective when her heels have dug in, rather than try to overtly change her mind.

And she knows this because she's exactly the same way.]

You didn't broadcast to the Legion because you wanted stories, mija.

Sometimes saying what's really bothering us isn't as easy as we want it to be.

[zippity]

I did.

[She ignores the first two questions, and focuses instead on her accusation. She doesn't really know how to answer the question of whether or not she was ok. The answer is probably no, but there's nothing anyone could do about it -- so why bother acknowledging it?

Still, if she wants Azúcar to stop pretending she doesn't need help, then maybe she has to extend the first olive branch]

Sort of.

[It's a distraction, and it wouldn't bring Emily or Winston to her any sooner. Worse, it might actually bring Emily to her -- and no matter how much she missed her, she didn't belong in Legion World.]

It's complicated.

[vata]

You're right. [The words slip out quick as anything; she doesn't bother trying to argue.] It is complicated.

[Time, their role in it, whether or not what they do here truly matters when they've all sidestepped their own timelines. Whether or not they forget— they remember— it won't change the fact that they're here in this moment. So...]

I shouldn't have made it worse.

[zippity]

Its not your fault. You didn't--not on purpose.

[At least, she's pretty sure she didn't do it on purpose. And the reality was that Lena had obviously given her enough mixed signals for her to proceed with trying to advance things between them.

For that, she was to blame. Maybe her subconscious was trying to tell her something.

If nothing else, Azúcar was owed a proper apology and explanation -- not over the omnicomms.]

Maybe we can talk about it more later. Less insomnia involved all around.

[vata]

You know... [It's a warm little hum. Tired, but content enough with current events. With everything heavy they've waded through in the last few days, and everything else they'll need to deal with soon enough.

One step at a time.

And so far, she's winning.]

I'd like that.