Angela Ziegler didn't even wonder if the reports on the news involved McCree, she just knew. Call it a sixth sense, or women's intuition, but she knew he was part of the skirmish before she even arrived. She donned her Valkyrie suit, retrieved her Caduceus blaster and staff and headed right for where the firefight was happening, hoping to prevent the loss of anyone's life and cut down on the injuries received. When she arrived, it wasn't hard to spot McCree, she'd know his silouette anywhere after having worked with him--and seen him in action--many times before, even years hadn't made that much of a difference. "McCree," She called out, but the sound of gunfire had all but drowned out her voice completely. 'A few rich kids', he had said. The 'worst danger was getting loaded and shooting himself', he said. He was wrong, though she hadn'g expected it to spiral just this out of control. What had happened? What had gone so wrong? She hurried over towards the male, diving behind a bit of cover a split second before a few shots rang out. "I am beginning to zhink you set zhis all up just to see me again." She teased, though her gaze was critical as she looked him over for any signs of wounds or injury. @deadlockmccree