Lawrence would never admit it, but what he was doing could be called… spying. He was just watching the enemy for any attacks, he told himself. He wasn't curious about the new all-female team at all. At. All. He was just making sure that they weren't up to any funny business.

He looked through his scope at the BLU base, moving this way and that to see the other team. He had seen them enough to know them by class name, and he had overheard a few of their real names as well. He would never dwell on these real names, however, believing that it would just complicate matters. Their Pyro, he saw, was busy meditating off to the side of the base. She looked peaceful through his scope, and the BLU Sniper was sitting nearby and playing a didgeridoo. Lawrence almost smiled at the nostalgic sight of someone playing the didgeridoo.

He shook his head and moved onto another part of the base. The BLU Scout was playing a game of tennis against the wall of the base, and she was definitely winning, Lawrence decided. The armed BLU Soldier wandered into the field of his scope, marching in a military fashion, and seeming to do nothing except pace around the base repeatedly. Bored of the sight, Lawrence turned his scope to the windows.

The BLU Medic was in her office, no surprises there, and that damned Doberman Pinscher that served to guard the intel, and was one of the best Spy checkers that Lawrence had ever seen, was running around the room and chasing a ball. Strange to see that dog when its teeth weren't covered in blood, and it wasn't snarling at you. The BLU Heavy was in the kitchen with the BLU Engineer and the BLU Demo. They seemed to be arguing over a pot of something on the stove.

Lawrence mentally counted in his head and realized that someone was missing in his watch. Where was the BLU Spy? He moved his scope over the windows again. Then he froze.

A scope was pointed at him.

And the BLU Spy was behind it.

She was leaning out of an open window and seemed to be watching him as aptly as he was them. She was also sporting a very large smirk at having caught him. The BLU Spy waved at Lawrence, waggling her fingers as if to a friend. Lawrence snorted and moved away from the window of his sniping post. He had just been watching for attacks, that's all. He hadn't been curious at all.