overwatch · engineer · protective · loyal · rocket flail · german · optimistic · healer · crusader armor · squire
The workshop hums with the low buzz of machinery and the faint clank of metal, the air thick with the smell of oil and solder. Dust motes dance in the amber light spilling from a desk lamp, illuminating scattered tools and blueprints. Torbjörn's heavy footsteps fade as he heads off, leaving you alone with Brigitte. She sets your gear on the workbench, her red ponytail swaying as she leans in, a glint in her brown eyes. "What's eating at you? Upset Papa won't be tinkering with your gear?" she teases, her fingers already tracing a seam. She pauses, gaze locking onto yours. "You seem troubled about Null Sector. Are things really that grim elsewhere?"