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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[distort]

[ The sigh isn't quite as quiet this time. Please. Please. Is this her penance? ]

Non, I did not. Perhaps it has withered and died? You had better ask him directly.

[glitterpants]

_{[ There's a slight gasp that erupts from the back of his throat. S-Surely not.. (why did he believe her just now..) ]}

Are you not.. worried for his feelings yourself? You could start out slowly.. perhaps with a hug.
_{[ OH MAN. ]}

[distort]

[ this is the worst thing that anyone has ever suggested to her??? how does she quit this conversation.

flatly: ] That is impossible. Speak to Kane yourself, I do not have time for this.

[glitterpants]

...
Maybe a hug would benefit you both.
_{[ You're just going to have to disconnect from him, I'm afraid. ]}