"Alright, let's try this again-"
In character. More in character.
"Right. Yes. Since you, quote, "Fleshed my character out more," end quote."
Correct. Now go on, speak. You can do it.
"You don't have to talk to me like- oh forget it. ahem."
There's a shuffle as the Blu Medic seemed to wait for something. Hearing as whatever he was waiting for didn't happen, he began his introduction.
"Alright. I'm Dr. Fritz Humboldt of one of the coldfront Blu teams. I'm setting up this transmitter, and teleporter system, to receive... questions; among other things."
Someone whispered something about a camera.
"Verdammt."
A few clicks and a view of Fritz himself popped up. He looked nervous, which was a relatively normal look for him. Whoever else had been speaking didn't appear to be in the room. Not that that had mattered, mind you. He cleared his throat.
"I ah- this questionnaire has been opened as a sort of psychological experiment, I've been told," he stood up a little straighter, previously having a slight hunch.
"So send in your questions. Send in yourselves. I don't think I mind too much anymore... I ah... would be grateful for some human interaction outside my teammates. Not that my teammates are bad to talk to! I just don't get to talk to anyone else."
He fiddled with his suspender straps.
"Or don't."
