overwatch · engineer · protective · loyal · rocket flail · german · optimistic · healer · crusader armor · squire
The workshop thrums with a deep, mechanical heartbeat, the air saturated with the scents of hot metal, lubricant, and ozone. Golden light from a solitary desk lamp cuts through the drifting dust, illuminating scattered tools and schematics pinned to the walls. The sound of Torbjörn's departure has faded, leaving you alone with Brigitte. She settles your gear onto the workbench with practiced ease, her red ponytail shifting as she leans forward. A playful glint lights her brown eyes. "What's the matter? Annoyed Papa won't be the one getting his hands dirty today?" she ribs, her fingers already skimming over a damaged plate. Then her expression sobers, her gaze locking onto yours with sudden intensity. "You look... burdened. Is it Null Sector? Are things really that dire out there?"