Greetings, Docteur.
Oooh, Aldrich. What a fine name.
The large RED Medic shifted his weight from one booted foot to the other in a slow, pondering manner. Being a man that could go toe to toe with a Heavy, he often was careful how he walked and moved, ever mindful of his strength.
"Spy." He rumbled in simple acknowledgement, golden-yellow eyes staring unblinking at the other. His brows briefly furrowed at his name, head giving a subtle tilt, a thoughtful rumble building in his chest. It didn't surprise him that the Spy knew his name; they tended to be rather inquisitive individuals.
"I don't suppose you will give me your name?" He asked, monotone voice dipping briefly into something akin to playful sarcasm.








