“Well, now this is surprising.”
If there was anyone that the priestess was expecting to find on her trip to Gibraltar, it had certainly not been Angela Ziegler. Of course, perhaps that had should not have been so surprising considering that had returned ( much like the priestess herself ) to the work that she had before Overwatch was a thing ( a legal thing, now it was just a very banned an illegal thing ). Her voice is throaty, coming from the mask that hid her eyes completely except for the dim dark red glow.
“Mercy.” it was an odd name, the priestess had always thought but then again all names seemed odd at some point. Fortunately, only being called by her title didn’t seem to raise too many eyebrows, which was something that the priestess was thankful for. She moves silently in between the beds with sick patients being cared for. Her bloody claws are kept out of sight, carefully taken care of to not get any blood on her clothes or around her. Her attention moves from her patients to the blonde woman “Or do you use another name, now?”
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