[ For a while there, Hana had had the suspicion that the rest of the team was running interference between the two of them at his behest. Their timing when it came to interrupting the two of them was impeccable, and there had been more than one time where she'd been this close to simply abandoning any semblance of chill in order to get her point across to him. Though she will never, ever admit it aloud, Hana had been thrown into fits of jealousy whenever she saw 76 conversing with any of their other female comrades, though she knew that such thoughts were childish and awful. Over the past two weeks, she'd often found herself wondering how many of them he had slept with, and the thought had made her face burn and her skin crawl. She knows she holds no claim to him, and she knows she's better than this.
It was after the first week that she'd begun to compartmentalize the part of her that was hurt by his neglect, channeling her agony and frustration into either combat or video games. Nobody on the crew had batted an eye to this behavior save for Mercy, who had always been preternaturally in-tune with her moodswings. (Hana is especially ashamed at the fact that she has quietly begun to resent the lovely older woman simply because she's concocted an elaborate romance between her and Soldier: 76 in her head, driving her mad with jealousy.) Even then, the good doctor had given her space, simply offering an ear if ever she needed it... which Hana stubbornly (yet politely, she wasn't that much of an asshole) declined.
While her speakers are practically bleeding edge in terms of tech, Hana makes sure not to have them blare too loudly, lest some infiltrator deigns it wise to attempt to ambush her while she literally has her pants down. Their current safehouse is practically airtight beneath Soldier: 76's surveillance, but one can never be too careful. Regardless of her speakers' volume, however, Hana's attention is laser-focused on the screen in front of her, her eyebrows knit together in either concentration or rage.
It's just as she's making the realization that all of the avatars in CSGO resemble ugly, off-brand versions of Jack that his voice reaches her ears, causing her back to visibly stiffen in response.
Her frown deepens, even as her heart leaps into her throat. She doesn't look over her shoulder when she replies. ]
What, are you afraid somebody else will see me like this and compromise my dignity? [ She spits, her tone positively acerbic. There's so much rage contained in that tiny body of hers! ] It's so thoughtful of you to come here and police me after ignoring my existence for a decade. But I guess that's your thing, huh? You really took that daddy role to heart, I guess.
[ Heat rises to her face as she speaks, her keystrokes becoming noticeably more heavy. Hana knows that this likely isn't the best way to approach this, but her petulance wins out in the end, as it usually does. ]
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It was after the first week that she'd begun to compartmentalize the part of her that was hurt by his neglect, channeling her agony and frustration into either combat or video games. Nobody on the crew had batted an eye to this behavior save for Mercy, who had always been preternaturally in-tune with her moodswings. (Hana is especially ashamed at the fact that she has quietly begun to resent the lovely older woman simply because she's concocted an elaborate romance between her and Soldier: 76 in her head, driving her mad with jealousy.) Even then, the good doctor had given her space, simply offering an ear if ever she needed it... which Hana stubbornly (yet politely, she wasn't that much of an asshole) declined.
While her speakers are practically bleeding edge in terms of tech, Hana makes sure not to have them blare too loudly, lest some infiltrator deigns it wise to attempt to ambush her while she literally has her pants down. Their current safehouse is practically airtight beneath Soldier: 76's surveillance, but one can never be too careful. Regardless of her speakers' volume, however, Hana's attention is laser-focused on the screen in front of her, her eyebrows knit together in either concentration or rage.
It's just as she's making the realization that all of the avatars in CSGO resemble ugly, off-brand versions of Jack that his voice reaches her ears, causing her back to visibly stiffen in response.
Her frown deepens, even as her heart leaps into her throat. She doesn't look over her shoulder when she replies. ]
What, are you afraid somebody else will see me like this and compromise my dignity? [ She spits, her tone positively acerbic. There's so much rage contained in that tiny body of hers! ] It's so thoughtful of you to come here and police me after ignoring my existence for a decade. But I guess that's your thing, huh? You really took that daddy role to heart, I guess.
[ Heat rises to her face as she speaks, her keystrokes becoming noticeably more heavy. Hana knows that this likely isn't the best way to approach this, but her petulance wins out in the end, as it usually does. ]