There were two ways with which Hanzo regarded the erratic Englishwoman: dread, if she was talking. Awe, if she was shooting.
His brother never seemed to mind. They matched in alacrity, in speed. A fierce passion for games left them locked in a high-score stalemate. Their words were cheeky, though Genji, he thinks, had a better gift for eloquence.
Genji told him that he had only met Lena once before, when he had first joined Overwatch and was set to fly to the other side of the world. Watching them, Hanzo would've sworn they had always been in arms.