voice, @widowmaker

[distort]

[ Good evening, Quarantine! Widowmaker's voice sounds calm and smoothly dispassionate as usual, and as French as ever, as she makes apparently a brief announcement: ]

If anyone plans to be in the area, there was a small breach of the outer fence near the zoo of the abandoned city. They are little things, nothing a few well placed headshots will not take care of — but quick. A few may have escaped my attentions.

[ She doesn't sound very pleased about that. Her night is definitely gonna be tracking down whatever monster she's referring that slipped in over the fence.

After a brief pause, she continues. ]

There is also the matter of Kane — Jacob Kane. A man with incredibly poor timing, it seems. He —

—is fine. Jacob’s… fine.

[ Don’t believe it. He sounds pained. There's another pause, longer this time, before Widowmaker's voice continues. ]

...Medical attention would be appreciated. I can send coordinates.

Really… really, I’ll be—

[ Whatever it is he'll be gets cut off as the broadcast ends. ]

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[imperceptus]

Unless you want me to poison him.

[ YES? ]

[distort]

Non, monsieur, I think we will manage without your kind offer. [ how ridiculous, potions. clearly only healing syringes fired out of a gun will do. ] But if you feel like making the trek here, I suppose an arrow or two would not go amiss.

[imperceptus]

[ This rudeness?! That settles it: one day he'll show you exactly how effective potions can be, WM.

'Til then, he's gonna maintain the benevolent helper thing. ]

Of course, my dear. They won't know what hit them.

[ AND NEITHER WILL YOU. ]

[distort]

It is the area near the zoo, as I said, I am afraid I cannot be more specific. They are nasty little things no longer than a foot, which dart about and glide. No trouble, if you keep out of range of the teeth.