"Told ya going legit was a good idea, didn't I mate?" With a quick flash of bright teeth, Jamison smiled and held up both of his hands, giddily showing off his blue gloves covering them and then puffing out his chest, proudly showing off the white on blue overwatch logo on his skin tight shirt. "This has been the best idea I've had since that wacky plan of ours, don't ya think big guy?" He nudged the bigger man, who was taking brief naps next to him in between his partner's ramblings, safely covered behind his mask.

"Aye" he quietly grunted, opening a single eye to look at Jamison taking in the image of him in that official blue gear and then quickly shutting it. "Explosives Engineer Jamison Fawkes..." the younger aussie said as he looked at an imaginary neon sign in front of him, panning out his hands as if he had just made it manifest on thin air. "...that is quite a mouthful but it has a decent ring to it, makes me feel proud. To think Overwatch would be quicker to recognize my talents than those boring labcoats at Oasis, it almost brings a tear to my eyes." Jamison shifted on his seat, kicking off his boots and reclining. "They even threw in a nice prosthetic! These folks really know how to make deals! Though I have to admit... I kinda miss my ol' peg leg..." he absent mindedly wiggled the toes on the artificial limb, smiling to himself.

"And you have your own sweet title as well big guy! Defense Specialist Mako Rutledge... BAHAHAHAHAHA I told you that work for me would be useful for your resumé... and all you did was complain. Hah! Now see where that got ya!" Jamison leaned over the table and playfully punched his mate on the shoulder, "Bet they must appreciate your quietness at Blackwatch huh?" Mako, who had barely listened to the last few sentences he had said merely nodded slightly with a low grunt of acknowledgement that was followed by a few wheezes. "Y'know mate, I think you should get your lungs looked at... Dr... uh, what was her name again? Oh yeah, Dr Ziegler... yeah she's a real sweetie, maybe she can get your lungs patched up! She gave me this nice foot! D'you think she can also give you a set of metal lungs?" Jamie then scratched his head, eyeing Mako as he adjusted himself on the other side of the table.

"Maybe I will... the Blackwatch doctors promised to take a look..." Mako huffed as he finished the coffee on his mug with a single gulp, "What are you kicking your boots off for Jamie? It's almost time for you to be off..." he grunted as he got up and made for the bed. "Eh... I don't think I'll take long getting there... but you look real tired mate... maybe you should get some sleep, know what I'm saying?" Mako turned around, looking at Jamison's suddenly concerned face "Is that what you think?" He then felt sudden regret, since Jamison just got up and kept babbling on and on about his health and need to sleep. Sighing, he threw himself on the bed and placing a pillow on top of his head. "Get your boots on and I don't know... go explode some stuff I guess." He needed to say no more, Jamison's eyes widened as he jumped up his seat and slipped his boots back on, this was going to be an exciting day.