[When she hears her name clearly said in the relative silence of the garage, Brigitte goes completely still for a moment, surprised. The voice isn't one she knows well, but there is a hint of something familiar about it, and that's more than she's had yet in the short time since her arrival.
Sliding out all the way from under the vehicle, she sits up, eyes wide and face smudged with machine oil, looking at the helmeted man across the room from her. After a moment of staring, her face breaks into a grin, and she pushes herself up, wiping her hands on a rag she pulls from the back pocket of her overalls, and takes a few steps toward him.]
Genji! You're here too? Are any of the others?
[For all that she greets him like an old friend, she doesn't really know him very well. They've worked together, but not closely (she'd been too busy watching Reinhardt's back) and he isn't one of the old guard that Reinhardt or her father have told her so many stories about.
Still, she knows him, knows something about his alliances, and that's more than she's had here so far.]
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Sliding out all the way from under the vehicle, she sits up, eyes wide and face smudged with machine oil, looking at the helmeted man across the room from her. After a moment of staring, her face breaks into a grin, and she pushes herself up, wiping her hands on a rag she pulls from the back pocket of her overalls, and takes a few steps toward him.]
Genji! You're here too? Are any of the others?
[For all that she greets him like an old friend, she doesn't really know him very well. They've worked together, but not closely (she'd been too busy watching Reinhardt's back) and he isn't one of the old guard that Reinhardt or her father have told her so many stories about.
Still, she knows him, knows something about his alliances, and that's more than she's had here so far.]
How long have you been here?