Angela sighed and kicked the door stopper out from under the door and let it close. She watched Genji mechanically sit on his stool, his right arm held out for her.
"Really, Genji," she sighed again, dropping down into her own stool. She rolled around behind him, pushing his arm down, and began to check the connections at the back of his head. "She's a new recruit. She's not Jesse."
She pressed a button and a lever popped out, allowing her to release one of the long tubes. Genji remained silent, but she was used to it at this point. The doctor in her worried about his mental state—she knew it wasn't healthy the way he was coping, but for his sake, she couldn't disobey Jack's orders. The thought of being taken away as his primary caretaker was a worse idea in her mind. And Blackwatch was so close to finishing off the remaining strands of the Shimada Clan.
Angela pried a bullet out of Genji's left arm with her fingers and held it up in front of him like he was a child. "Stop using your metal parts like a shield, Genji."
"Would you prefer I use the other half?" he asked dryly and she rolled her eyes, dropping the bullet on the tray next to her.
"You know what I mean," she grumbled.
He muttered something under his breath in Japanese. She wasn't fluent, but she'd been secretly learning a bit in her spare time if only to understand him better. She caught a few of the words and frowned.
"It would do you good to learn some patience," she snapped.
His eyes flicked over to her, but the scowl constantly pasted on his face didn't change.
She worked in the usual silence, making note of the damage Lena had caused. It wasn't much—nothing that couldn't be fixed in the span of a few minutes, but it would satisfy Jack that she was probably more than ready for the field now. Tensions were rising in London and she knew how Lena felt. She'd want to go. So she and Winston had devised a training exercise with Genji to show Jack that Lena was ready.
If you can take on an angry ninja, a few rebellious Omnics wouldn't be too much worse.
But then again, she had been watching. Genji hadn't gone all out. There had been a restraint. Winston hadn't seen it, but she had, and it pleased her to know that down beneath the brooding exterior of the warrior and assassin he was playing now, his humanity remained intact.
"Think she has what it takes?" she asked him, knowing he wouldn't respond. "I think she's too bright and cheery for this line of work." She pushed a tube back into its slot and closed the connector. "But maybe you'd have to be. We can't all be like you, angry at everything."
"She will be fine," he murmured softly. "You do well."
"Yes, well, I'm different," she said after the moment of surprise passed. She closed the last of the panels and pushed away from him, wiping her hands on a rag. "I wonder where Jesse is. I haven't heard a peep from him in a couple of days."
The corner of Genji's mouth lifted, but he said nothing and Angela's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
A loud bang echoed through the otherwise quiet medical lab as Gabe mad his entrance, a grin on his face. He crossed the distance to them and crossed his arms.
"We've got a mission for you," he said, nodding towards Angela. "Jack's approved a mission to King's Row." He looked down at Genji. "I got something different for you."
"King's Row?" Angela questioned immediately. "We've been banned from working in that area."
Gabe smirked and tilted his head. "Blackwatch got some pretty useful intelligence about what's really going on down there."
Angela quickly put it all together in her head. "By "Blackwatch intelligence" you mean McCree on his comm on some street in King's Row."
Gabe chuckled and headed back towards the door. "Call it whatever you want, Angela. Mission briefing with the Commander in ten." He pointed at Genji. "Be ready to head out on your own in an hour. Recon. Shouldn't take long."
Angela let out a loud sigh when the door swung shut, throwing them into silence again. She looked down at him to see him already looking at her, still scowling.
"What?" she asked, before realizing. "Fine, go. I'm done with you. Be careful on your mission."
"I'll have my comm on me should I require assistance," he muttered, standing to take his leave without another word, just as he always did. Angela stared at him as he left, quietly pleading that soon his missions would end and she could really begin to help him heal. Hi body may have recovered, but she still worried about his mind and spirit.
Soon, she hoped.
