Much as she wanted to ponder any number of possibilities, there was one thing that asserted itself before she could do so. Her eyelids. They fell heavy as could be the moment she sat down, wand still tucked in her arms. She wasn't given much time to dream of anything, even if the return trip had taken a fair bit of time. As far as Tracer cared to tell, it was a few moments between her sitting down to rest up, and Pharah nudging her as she walked down the ship's ramp, helmet in her hands.
Within seconds Tracer had sprung to her feet, checked that she had both of her pistols, and also started making the departure trip. She picked up the pace a bit to catch up with Winston, who was escorting Widowmaker off the ship and to their holding location. As they walked, Tracer contemplated something witty to say if Amelie tried anything out of line, but wasn't given the option.
"I'm curious, Amelie," Winston said, breaking the trio's silence. "What exactly is it you were after, anyway?"
Widowmaker let out a few choice words in French. Tracer didn't need a translator to know that know of them were friendly terms.
Lena chortled, and shook her head, "And here I thought French were s'pposed to be the language of love, love?"
Another string of what she could only presume were vulgarities left Widowmaker's lips.
"I suppose it was too much to hope you might be open about it," Winston mused.
A light bulb flickered on in Lena's head, and in an instant she had recalled her way back up the ramp. Winston stopped, still holding onto Widowmaker as he did, and turned to peer back into the ship.
"Lena?"
Tracer didn't hear him. She was too busy zipping around the ship in search of the item she had acquired from the museum earlier. Or rather, that Widowmaker had acquired from the museum, and that Tracer had acquired from her. All the while she silently snickered to herself, verbally patting herself on the back.
"Language of love, love. Oh that was a good 'un," she mused, finally picking up the wand from her seat. She gave it another look over, and pondered a bit more. "I'll have to remember that 'un. Oooo. Maybe next time I can add a fake accent'r somethin'. Practice enough, bet I can sound jus' like 'er." Another laugh escaped her, "Bet Emily might like that." Pocketing the wand before she could watch it glow, Tracer began the return to Winston, continuing her conversation with herself.
"Oh look at me, ze evil snipor of Talon," she said, doing her best to mimic Widowmaker's voice and tone. She stopped in her tracks, peering around. She could have swore it sounded like Amelie was right there. "What was..."
She stopped mid-sentence, bringing a hand to her throat. She certainly hadn't tried to do an impression there, but she had. In fact, she was a dead ringer for Widowmaker, right down to the accent.
"How did...What..." She looked around, before finally pulling the wand back out of her pocket. "Did you do this?" Feeling a bit panicked, she rushed back down the ramp, to Winston.
"Winston, somezing has," she said, pausing to catch her breath.
"There you are Lena! What's the matter?" the scientist asked, Widowmaker still held in place with one hand.
Tracer gave him a confused look. "You can't tell? Don't I zound a bit different to you?"
Winston canted a brow, shaking his head. "You sound the same as you always have Lena." Tracer peered down at the wand, and then at Widowmaker.
"Wot'r you looking at ya git?" the purple woman said crossly.
"Was there something you forgot on the ship?" Winston asked.
Tracer looked back down at her hands, clutching the wand tightly and tucking it away. "Ah, no. Zere was nozing. It was nozing, I mean. I left one of my pistols behind, zat is all."
Widowmaker turned to sneer, and make a crude remark, but before any words left her mouth, her eyes zeroed in on the wand. "What in the world'd you d-..." She was cut off by Winston pushing her forward, having accepted Tracer's excuse. As the pair walked, Amelie turned to glare daggers at Tracer, who replaced the wand in her pocket.
She stood on the ramp of the ship, considering what to do now.
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