Mosley nods and drains her coffee, it'll be nice to have another healer with them in case something goes wrong. She was pretty familiar with everyone but Damien. She helps Genji with armor malfunctions here and there and occasionally will run the basic tests when Angela doesn't have the time.
As for Ana, Molsey usually chats with the other healer over a warm drink and they reminisce about the days of Overwatch's former glory and anything else they can think to talk about. The one eyed sniper had become something of a mother figure to her in these last few weeks.
Damien however, was a whole other story. The only knowledge she has of her new teammate is the things on her file and snippets of what Angela and Moira had to say about her condition. When she moved to Oasis with Satya Molsey had the chance to work with the famous scientist, heck, she even was complimented on her work.
"No questions, thank you Athena." She murmurs, standing up and walks to the door.
Mosley nods and drains her coffee, it'll be nice to have another healer with them in case something goes wrong. She was pretty familiar with everyone but Damien. She helps Genji with armor malfunctions here and there and occasionally will run the basic tests when Angela doesn't have the time.
As for Ana, Molsey usually chats with the other healer over a warm drink and they reminisce about the days of Overwatch's former glory and anything else they can think to talk about. The one eyed sniper had become something of a mother figure to her in these last few weeks.
Damien however, was a whole other story. The only knowledge she has of her new teammate is the things on her file and snippets of what Angela and Moira had to say about her condition. When she moved to Oasis with Satya Molsey had the chance to work with the famous scientist, heck, she even was complimented on her work.
"No questions, thank you Athena." She murmurs, standing up and walks to the door.
(( Hey just to be totally clear Damien is a girl. When you say 'helps him' I don't know if you mean her or Genji in the first paragraph ))
Ziegler looks up, raising a hand, "Ms. Mazian if I could have a word."
"I'm gonna give me gauntlets one more check before we take off," Damien murmurs. She looks Mazian up and down before leaving, Ziegler's tablet tucked under her arm.
Once she reaches the armory she puts both gauntlets on. Looking at them sometimes they felt like shackles. But it was for safety. The safety of her team. Powering them up she let out a good blast to make sure everything was in order before setting them back into their place. She then hopped up on a workbench and began going through the agent files looking for Molsey.
Meanwhile Dr. Ziegler sighed and chuckled, "I know it will annoy Damien but keep an eye on her. She's good, if not a little immature. She's seven years behind, after all. Gutt god I'm rambling," She takes a deep breath, "There is nothing to worry about, unless you see Moira. Damien won't fight back against her and she won't hesitate to kill Damien. She meant to kill her before and failed. Ana and Genji both know this already so I saw it fit to debrief you, since it's not in any file."
"Molsey. Molsey Mazian. Ah," Damien finally found the file. The tablets were sometimes hard to use since her fingers were so scarred the tissue didn't exactly register. Her eyes flitted through the file.
Satya Vaswami, Symmetra, capable engineer, Damien mulled over the high points mentally. Classified as a support unit. At that Damien nodded approvingly. She didn't need Ana playing grandma to her, so she'd try to stick closer to her new teammate. Of course that came with one giant hurdle: saying hello and not making a fool of herself.
(( Hey just to be totally clear Damien is a girl. When you say 'helps him' I don't know if you mean her or Genji in the first paragraph ))
Ziegler looks up, raising a hand, "Ms. Mazian if I could have a word."
"I'm gonna give me gauntlets one more check before we take off," Damien murmurs. She looks Mazian up and down before leaving, Ziegler's tablet tucked under her arm.
Once she reaches the armory she puts both gauntlets on. Looking at them sometimes they felt like shackles. But it was for safety. The safety of her team. Powering them up she let out a good blast to make sure everything was in order before setting them back into their place. She then hopped up on a workbench and began going through the agent files looking for Molsey.
Meanwhile Dr. Ziegler sighed and chuckled, "I know it will annoy Damien but keep an eye on her. She's good, if not a little immature. She's seven years behind, after all. Gutt god I'm rambling," She takes a deep breath, "There is nothing to worry about, unless you see Moira. Damien won't fight back against her and she won't hesitate to kill Damien. She meant to kill her before and failed. Ana and Genji both know this already so I saw it fit to debrief you, since it's not in any file."
"Molsey. Molsey Mazian. Ah," Damien finally found the file. The tablets were sometimes hard to use since her fingers were so scarred the tissue didn't exactly register. Her eyes flitted through the file.
Satya Vaswami, Symmetra, capable engineer, Damien mulled over the high points mentally. Classified as a support unit. At that Damien nodded approvingly. She didn't need Ana playing grandma to her, so she'd try to stick closer to her new teammate. Of course that came with one giant hurdle: saying hello and not making a fool of herself.
//I meant Genji, sorry it was unclear!//
Molsey sighs and turns around, walking over to the doctor. She has nothing against Angela but she wanted to do the routine exam of everyone's weapon so there aren't any complications and steal another cup of caffeine before they have to leave.
The woman nods at Dr.Ziegler's words with a small smile toying at the corners of her lips, "Don't worry about it, I'll keep an eye on her." The doctor smiles and nods, signaling that was all she had to say.
Immediately Molsey refills her cup, then finds Ana and Genji talking about what she can only assume is the mission. "Hey, I need to do the pre-mission check ups real quick." Ana nods and hands over her rifle while Genji says goodbye to the sniper and follows her into her workshop. "Wait here while I find Damien," Molsey turns around, "And don't touch anything."
//I meant Genji, sorry it was unclear!//
Molsey sighs and turns around, walking over to the doctor. She has nothing against Angela but she wanted to do the routine exam of everyone's weapon so there aren't any complications and steal another cup of caffeine before they have to leave.
The woman nods at Dr.Ziegler's words with a small smile toying at the corners of her lips, "Don't worry about it, I'll keep an eye on her." The doctor smiles and nods, signaling that was all she had to say.
Immediately Molsey refills her cup, then finds Ana and Genji talking about what she can only assume is the mission. "Hey, I need to do the pre-mission check ups real quick." Ana nods and hands over her rifle while Genji says goodbye to the sniper and follows her into her workshop. "Wait here while I find Damien," Molsey turns around, "And don't touch anything."
(( Don't touch anything. Damien's first thought: what shouldn't I touch? ))
Damien left the armory, her gauntlets draped over one shoulder like a pair of ice skates. She was headed towards the medical wing to return Ziegler's tablet.
As she passed through one of the commons something caught her eye, and before she knew it she was jogging after them. When she rounds the corner Damien calls out without thinking, "Agent Molsey?" Then she jogs over to them.
Once standing there Damien seizes. She could see Moira shaking her head and laughing at her internally. Never address someone older than you by their first name, it's disrespectful. Agh! Who teaches etiquette to a dying thirteen year old anyhow!?
Then, without anything else to do she freezes, her hands shifting awkwardly until she finds Ziegler's tablet and holds it in both hands in front of her like a shield. Then she offers the most friendly smile she can manage, which she then remembers resembles a guard dog baring it's teeth. Yeah, very inviting. She just hopes what Ziegler had mentioned to her new teammate were her moments of utter stupidity, like that one.
(( Don't touch anything. Damien's first thought: what shouldn't I touch? ))
Damien left the armory, her gauntlets draped over one shoulder like a pair of ice skates. She was headed towards the medical wing to return Ziegler's tablet.
As she passed through one of the commons something caught her eye, and before she knew it she was jogging after them. When she rounds the corner Damien calls out without thinking, "Agent Molsey?" Then she jogs over to them.
Once standing there Damien seizes. She could see Moira shaking her head and laughing at her internally. Never address someone older than you by their first name, it's disrespectful. Agh! Who teaches etiquette to a dying thirteen year old anyhow!?
Then, without anything else to do she freezes, her hands shifting awkwardly until she finds Ziegler's tablet and holds it in both hands in front of her like a shield. Then she offers the most friendly smile she can manage, which she then remembers resembles a guard dog baring it's teeth. Yeah, very inviting. She just hopes what Ziegler had mentioned to her new teammate were her moments of utter stupidity, like that one.
//That's such a mood//
The blonde jumps as her name is called and whips around to face Damien. She sighs in relief that she wasn't in trouble for something and smoothes down her shirt. "Just Molsey is fine Damien, we're teammates now."
She hadn't really paid attention to Damiens appearance until now, and the woman looked absoultely terrified. Molsey couldn't supress an amused smile, "I've actually been looking for you, I need to make sure your weapons and such will work properly during the mission."
Molsey motions for Damien to follow and she sets off for her workshop, only for her to walk in on Genji messing around with her axe, "Genji Shimada!"
//That's such a mood//
The blonde jumps as her name is called and whips around to face Damien. She sighs in relief that she wasn't in trouble for something and smoothes down her shirt. "Just Molsey is fine Damien, we're teammates now."
She hadn't really paid attention to Damiens appearance until now, and the woman looked absoultely terrified. Molsey couldn't supress an amused smile, "I've actually been looking for you, I need to make sure your weapons and such will work properly during the mission."
Molsey motions for Damien to follow and she sets off for her workshop, only for her to walk in on Genji messing around with her axe, "Genji Shimada!"
(( Sorry for the extra long pause, I visit my family member once a week who has memory problems and that was today ))
Well, a smile is good. It could have gone worse, as far as introductions go. Damien follows. As they walk she thinks back to Molsey's file. She was older than Damien by a couple years. Probably a number more mentally. Making sure to be nonchalant about it she stood tall. Yep, she was taller. Not by much, but still enough to bug her.
Reaching the workshop Damien took one look at Genji and burst out laughing. After a moment she tried to bury her smile, biting her tongue. But there was just no taking a ninja seriously when he's holding an axe.
Looking around Damien felt the hair on the back of her neck tingle. She'd seen the injuries laser turrets could inflict. The last thing she wanted to feel ever again was a burning sensation.
Not waiting for instructions Damien sets her gauntlets on the floor leaned up against the table, waiting to see exactly why Molsey was yelling about an axe.
(( Sorry for the extra long pause, I visit my family member once a week who has memory problems and that was today ))
Well, a smile is good. It could have gone worse, as far as introductions go. Damien follows. As they walk she thinks back to Molsey's file. She was older than Damien by a couple years. Probably a number more mentally. Making sure to be nonchalant about it she stood tall. Yep, she was taller. Not by much, but still enough to bug her.
Reaching the workshop Damien took one look at Genji and burst out laughing. After a moment she tried to bury her smile, biting her tongue. But there was just no taking a ninja seriously when he's holding an axe.
Looking around Damien felt the hair on the back of her neck tingle. She'd seen the injuries laser turrets could inflict. The last thing she wanted to feel ever again was a burning sensation.
Not waiting for instructions Damien sets her gauntlets on the floor leaned up against the table, waiting to see exactly why Molsey was yelling about an axe.
//It's not a problem! I hope everything went well//
With an exasperated sigh she marches over to the sheepish ninja and takes her weapon back. "I am not going to replace your foot again." She gestures with her axe like a mother scolding a child. After a second her face breaks into a smile and she sets her axe down with a thump.
Molsey picks up the cuffs and grabs a device that scans a blue light over them. "Have you had any issues with them in the last few weeks?" She asks, pulling up a holographic 3D image of the cuffs.
She had always admired Moira's work, so being able to analyze some of it was almost like being a kid in a candy store. It was virtually flawless work, not that she had any doubts, but she also wanted to see them in action and needed to make sure the device on her back was working too. "Do you mind if I scan the device on your back?"
//It's not a problem! I hope everything went well//
With an exasperated sigh she marches over to the sheepish ninja and takes her weapon back. "I am not going to replace your foot again." She gestures with her axe like a mother scolding a child. After a second her face breaks into a smile and she sets her axe down with a thump.
Molsey picks up the cuffs and grabs a device that scans a blue light over them. "Have you had any issues with them in the last few weeks?" She asks, pulling up a holographic 3D image of the cuffs.
She had always admired Moira's work, so being able to analyze some of it was almost like being a kid in a candy store. It was virtually flawless work, not that she had any doubts, but she also wanted to see them in action and needed to make sure the device on her back was working too. "Do you mind if I scan the device on your back?"
Replace? Again? Damien chuckled. Then she noticed how easily Molsey handled the ax. Was that, maybe, hers? That piqued her interest. A serious weapon like that was not normal for a support class hero. Then again, with a new generation rules change.
She's snapped out of her thoughts by the blond's question. She looks up, "Hm? Oh. I haven't really used them in the last few weeks. They're just for stabilization and I haven't had any issue. I tested them this morning. Everything seems to be in working order."
Ms. Vaswani's finely honed focus and work ethic definitely seemed to have brushed off. Damien wondered is Molsey knew how happy she looked. The blue from the holograph reflected beautifully off her green eyes.
"Yeah, sure," Damien flipped the buckles fluidly and removed the stabilizer and holding it up. She winced ever so slightly and muttered under her breath, "To think she never planned for me to use it."
Her gaze shifted to Genji. The two had known each other since Blackwatch days, not that he did much speaking then. He had always hated Moira and been concerned about Damien's allowing her full consent to do any tests she deemed necessary. The two were alike, in many ways. Angela was concerned about them constantly, both had experienced a brush with death, and neither was fully human anymore.
Damien was often tempted to talk to him, but the last thing she wanted was to bring up bad memories.
Replace? Again? Damien chuckled. Then she noticed how easily Molsey handled the ax. Was that, maybe, hers? That piqued her interest. A serious weapon like that was not normal for a support class hero. Then again, with a new generation rules change.
She's snapped out of her thoughts by the blond's question. She looks up, "Hm? Oh. I haven't really used them in the last few weeks. They're just for stabilization and I haven't had any issue. I tested them this morning. Everything seems to be in working order."
Ms. Vaswani's finely honed focus and work ethic definitely seemed to have brushed off. Damien wondered is Molsey knew how happy she looked. The blue from the holograph reflected beautifully off her green eyes.
"Yeah, sure," Damien flipped the buckles fluidly and removed the stabilizer and holding it up. She winced ever so slightly and muttered under her breath, "To think she never planned for me to use it."
Her gaze shifted to Genji. The two had known each other since Blackwatch days, not that he did much speaking then. He had always hated Moira and been concerned about Damien's allowing her full consent to do any tests she deemed necessary. The two were alike, in many ways. Angela was concerned about them constantly, both had experienced a brush with death, and neither was fully human anymore.
Damien was often tempted to talk to him, but the last thing she wanted was to bring up bad memories.
Molsey hums in acknowledgment and scans the stabilizer quickly, her brows coming together in concern for the look of pain that crosses over Damien's face. "Is everything alright?" The pain could either be normal or due to a malfunction in the device.
Quickly she hands it back and enlarges the holographic image, paying attention to every little detail. The blonde couldn't help but roll her eyes at Moira's signature designs and pieces throughout the stabilizer. "Well, nothing seems out of place, so everything should work fine on the field." She takes out the hard drive and stashes it in her drawer.
"If you have anymore issues with pain come back and I can do a more in-depth look at everything and yourself if you'd like." Molsey puts her hands into some black rubber gloves and pulls out another drive labeled 'Genji'. "Anything else you'll need before the mission?"
In all honesty Molsey wanted to talk to Damien a little more and get to know her before being out in the field with her, but that could always happen later. Everything she knew was either typed out on files or in the last few minutes they've spent together.
Molsey hums in acknowledgment and scans the stabilizer quickly, her brows coming together in concern for the look of pain that crosses over Damien's face. "Is everything alright?" The pain could either be normal or due to a malfunction in the device.
Quickly she hands it back and enlarges the holographic image, paying attention to every little detail. The blonde couldn't help but roll her eyes at Moira's signature designs and pieces throughout the stabilizer. "Well, nothing seems out of place, so everything should work fine on the field." She takes out the hard drive and stashes it in her drawer.
"If you have anymore issues with pain come back and I can do a more in-depth look at everything and yourself if you'd like." Molsey puts her hands into some black rubber gloves and pulls out another drive labeled 'Genji'. "Anything else you'll need before the mission?"
In all honesty Molsey wanted to talk to Damien a little more and get to know her before being out in the field with her, but that could always happen later. Everything she knew was either typed out on files or in the last few minutes they've spent together.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Well, normal for me which is chronic pain so," Damien shrugs. She gladly slides the stabilizer back into place and reattaches the buckles. The gentle tension of her armor is a comforting hug. "Thank you, Ziegler makes sure this works no matter what. Field or not."
She watches in slight awe of how fast Molsey works. Damien herself never graduated highschool. Her expertise was limited to destruction and obliteration, limited comforting of peoples if they were classified to be near her.
Damien's hand floated to the back of her neck, "There's not much to be done for the pain except a severe ice bath and I'm told to keep those to a minimum. Thank you though."
Seeing the rubber gloves a million sarcastic, immature remarks come to mind and she can't fight back a smile. Instead she looks at her boots, biting her tongue to keep from laughing. She could imagine Moira's drop dead scowl of disapproval.
"No, no I'm pretty good," Damien manages to refrain from all comments. She takes a deep breath, "Just, so you know me a little better I'm a liability. Same as Moira. I'm protective of support staff and prone to losing sight of the objective to hunt down someone or something. I'm also terrified of needles and Ana considers me a thirteen year old at heart so if you could at all help keep her from sticking me with a syringe that'd be great."
She looked up at the lights, wincing then looking away partially from pain partially from embarrassment. Yep, she was still completely socially incapable. She wanted to blame that on Moira as well.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Well, normal for me which is chronic pain so," Damien shrugs. She gladly slides the stabilizer back into place and reattaches the buckles. The gentle tension of her armor is a comforting hug. "Thank you, Ziegler makes sure this works no matter what. Field or not."
She watches in slight awe of how fast Molsey works. Damien herself never graduated highschool. Her expertise was limited to destruction and obliteration, limited comforting of peoples if they were classified to be near her.
Damien's hand floated to the back of her neck, "There's not much to be done for the pain except a severe ice bath and I'm told to keep those to a minimum. Thank you though."
Seeing the rubber gloves a million sarcastic, immature remarks come to mind and she can't fight back a smile. Instead she looks at her boots, biting her tongue to keep from laughing. She could imagine Moira's drop dead scowl of disapproval.
"No, no I'm pretty good," Damien manages to refrain from all comments. She takes a deep breath, "Just, so you know me a little better I'm a liability. Same as Moira. I'm protective of support staff and prone to losing sight of the objective to hunt down someone or something. I'm also terrified of needles and Ana considers me a thirteen year old at heart so if you could at all help keep her from sticking me with a syringe that'd be great."
She looked up at the lights, wincing then looking away partially from pain partially from embarrassment. Yep, she was still completely socially incapable. She wanted to blame that on Moira as well.