He continued to stare thoughtfully at the miniature figure standing at ease on his shoulder, that was carefully hiding behind his ear the entire time while Vinnie was in his room with him when the mysterious wolf suddenly disappeared.

By the way of where she is, he can clearly see her without squinting his eyes to naturally get a better view of her, as she was just standing there on his shoulder, waiting patiently for him to make the first move or to talk.

She has tanned almond skin color, except, oddly, the one that gently gripping his right ear was made out of metal, which isn't oddly so cold that he can instantly feel it by the first touch.

Long brunette hair trailed behind her back that reaches down to the middle of her back, as the left-hand side of her hair was progressively replaced with various colors of flexible wires, that is the same length of her hair, as she was staring back at his innocent eyes with the same eye color as the rare wolf, except the left eye was a metal optic like her right arm.

Hidden in her flowing hair was a streak of dyed cyan blue hair that seamlessly blended in the thickness of her hair as if her own hair naturally wanted to carefully hide it, although it was gently brushed a couple of modern times from her.

She is wearing a pair of opaque blue square glasses with round corners, a blue, white, cerulean, peacock, and sky cameo sweater with a hoodie that is enormous that reaches down to her thighs, with pockets on the sides and a silver zipper in the front, and with frost hems at the ends of the sleeves and the bottom of the garment.

She is also wearing a pair of blue jeans, that is down at the bottom of her ankles, and light purple, light blue shoes with white shoelaces.

They undoubtedly continued staring thoughtfully at each other in the mirror, as the small girl stared back at him, smirking slightly at his reaction, which was piqued curiosity and genuine amazement.

"Are you going to make the first move or am I goin' to just stand here talkin' in your ear to make you move?" she politely asked, gently shrugging her shoulders.

He snapped out of his daze, and slowly reached over with his right rubber-gloved hand, making a stable platform for her to jump down into his hand so that he can get a closer look at her.

When he reached to the bottom of his shoulder, believing that she isn't going to instantly jump into his palm because of his piqued curiosity, until she willingly went into his palm, landing bottom first onto his palm, as her right arm was carefully wrapped around his pinky as if she was sitting comfortably in a chair, except that moves.

Being careful, he gently withdrew his hand away from his shoulder and walked away from the mirror, carefully moving towards his room as he gently placed the bone saw down onto a different table of his, that was in his room, as his right hand was carefully holding the small visitor that was cunningly hiding behind his ear.

He felt amazed someone that is smaller than his own body can typically survive from getting instantly caught by his longtime friend behind his ear and is indeed alive in his gentle hand.

No one else can survive being that small, can they?

"There," she finally spoke, scooting closer into his palm as he gently curled his fingers inward slightly, as protection bars to carefully keep her from falling off.

"That is much better than talkin' in front of a mirror that makes other people think you are goin' bonkers when ya enter the room."

"H-How…?" he gasped, can't believe his ears nor his eyes that he is staring at a different species that he hadn't noticed when he first came to the BLU base.

"H-How es zhis possible? Mein Gott… Jou are real und tiny…"

"Yeah, I know," she responded positively, gently patting his thumb with her right metal hand. "That is one massive jump to see someone that small."

She gently chuckled at her own little pun at her own size as he continued staring thoughtfully at her in modern thought, genuinely shocked that is, in fact, carefully holding a rare species in his own hand!

To be sure that she is real, he reached over to her with his left hand and was going to gently touch the top of her head, as she gently reached up with her left hand, as her right metal hand was holding his thumb now, gently pushing his first finger away from her head.

"Just to be sure," she softly spoke, gently moving his curious finger away gently. "I am real, and I am not some toy to be poked at."

"Oh," he instantly realized, gently moving his left hand away from her. "I'm sorry. Et es zhat I am completely staring at someone smaller zhan me, und, I zhought zhat I vas dreaming or maybe hallucinating."

"Nope," she replied gently, now standing up in his palm, as he tilted his gentle hand down slightly as a flat platform for her to stand without falling over.

"You're not dreamin' or hallucinatin', this is my actual size. It Wouldn't be surprising if I see you as a giant if we've met more differently."

"Fair point," he unanimously agreed, carefully placing her down onto his polished desk, as she willingly jumped off, landed gently on the desk, staring thoughtfully at him. "But es jour right arm metal?"

She gently lifted her right hand up to her face, thinking to herself about her arm, and said gently, "Yes, and is your friend is a BLU Pyro?"

"Ja," he correctly answered, as he knelt down slightly to get a better view of her from standing up on his feet.

Then, he instantly noticed she knew about a BLU Pyro.

"How did jou know zhat he es a BLU Pyro?" he asked gently, sounding unsure that she is a literally a tiny Spy.

"I was listenin' while hidin'," she answered gently, as she pointed at her right ear as a frequent mention of what happened. "And I had met a Pyro before, except different from this type of place."

He properly understood what she meant precisely and nodded his head politely, before glancing away in terrible memory of the fire, shivering slightly at the horrific that fondly remembers, that scarred his body.

"'Ey, uh, I didn't actually get your name when we've met," she spoke gently, gently pulling his mind away from his frightening thoughts about the fire, towards her as if she gratefully acknowledged his fear. "But my name is Stephanie, Stephanie Nova Rose Allen."

"Abraham, Abraham es my name." he gently introduced back, his right hand was right beside her, as she carefully placed her right metal hand onto the back of his palm.

"Don't you have a last name, Abe?" she curiously asked, curious about the apparent lack of the last name.

"No," he answered gently, glancing away again. "I don't."

She thought to herself for a memorable moment, until she gently smiled and said gently, "Then your last name is Schwarz, Abe."

He thought to himself about the last name that she willingly gave him, naturally thinking about it for a while until he gently smiled back too.

"I like et," he responded positively to his last name. "Does it mean "black-haired?"

A nervous chuckle came from Stephanie as she gently rubbed the back of her head with her right arm.

"Uh, I don't mean takin' it the other way, but, was about your and… it kinda got stuck with me." she sheepishly explained.

"Vell, jou vere right about my hair," he gently replied, gently running his right hand through his tousled jet-black hair. "Et is black, so, jou vere right to give me zhat last name."

She gently sighed in welcome relief when he gently spoke about her choice of his last name, gently assuring her that he is happy about the last name, and she doesn't have to feel bad about it.

"Thanks, Abe." she sincerely thanked. "Always, when is the next fight?"

"I don't know," Abraham replied, glancing up to the window, naturally thinking to himself about when the upcoming fight is going to instantly start after the fierce blizzard died down. "Zhe Administrator hasn't told us yet."

She thought to herself for a moment, before saying thoughtfully, "Maybe she is waitin' politely until the fierce blizzard is ?"

He glanced back at her and shrugged his shoulders as if he doesn't know for himself.

She glanced down slightly as she naturally thought to herself, thinking about when is the upcoming fight and Abraham felt more curious about her.

"Err, Stephanie?" he reasonably questioned, accurately capturing her focused attention from gazing down to up to his eyes. "Are jou hungry? I know zhat Vinnie makes good cookies, und I could make some tea."

"Really?" Stephanie reasonably questioned, smiling at him. "I would love to try one of his cookies, and if you have any; I would love some peppermint tea."

Abraham nodded his head once, getting up from kneeling down slightly to talk comfortably to her, as well as looking at her, as he left the room, willingly entering the modern kitchen.

After grabbing two chocolate chip cookies from Vinnie's jar, which is a cute old-fashioned jar that he had found in a thrift store.

Then, he instantly noticed one of the team members had already brewed delicious tea, which is peppermint, so, he carefully poured himself one and invariably found a thimble that was left around while he was walking to the kitchen, filling it with some tea and a little of sugar as possible as he can.

When he came back from collecting a few things to make his unique visitor feel heartily welcomed inside the BLU base instead of feeling a bit like a prisoner, he went into his room, only to see Vinnie, right in front of Stephanie, talking eagerly to each other.

Vinnie instantly noticed Abraham standing in front of the door, looking genuinely surprised that Vinnie hasn't actually decided to carefully pick her up and used her to make dresses, like how he does to dolls.

He got up slightly from kneeling down on the ground, happily waving to him, as Stephanie glanced up, noticing Abraham.

"Hey, Abe!" he happily greeted. "You've got a really got a very nice person!"

"Uh, zhank jou?" he granted in confusion, carefully closing the door behind him. "Vinnie? Did jou…?"

"Hmm?" he blinked in possible confusion, glancing back at Stephanie, before glancing back at him. "No, I didn't do anything to her. I was just checking with you to see if things were going on right, until I noticed her sitting on the desk, waiting for you to come. So, we've talked a couple of times about each other, and she's really nice!"

"Zhat's good." Abraham sighed, carefully placing the familiar objects down, before gently giving Stephanie her cup, which is the thimble. "I vas vorried about jour reaction ef I told jou about her. I am sorry ef I did anything rude to jou."

"Nah, it's fine!" Vinnie replied gently, typically placing his right hand on his shoulder. "You wanted to protect her, so, you've lied a bit, but, it doesn't make you a bad person."

Abraham gently smiled, happy that a longtime friend of his is right by his side, even though he lies to him about possible things that he can't take it for himself.

"Do you two mind if we talk?" Stephanie politely asked, carefully drawing each other from each, glancing down at Stephanie on Abraham's polished desk. "Because, at the rate of this fierce blizzard, I don't think we are goin' to have a fight."

"Yeah, let's continue on that little conversation that we've had before Abe even got here." Vinnie unanimously agreed.

So, that lovely afternoon, the three of them talked merrily, talked about their considerable interests, their considered beliefs, and everything about them, but not their well-kept secrets.

But, truth be told, Abraham did naturally want to gently tell his half of his well-kept secret of what he saw earlier.

Just not now.