"You should've seen the bloody spook's face, Roxy! I don't think there are any words to describe it," Hugo laughed as he told his daughter some of the events that Roxanne had missed out on after she had left. The sniper was currently talking about throwing jarate at a new spy, who had clearly never had any interaction or perhaps even knowledge of the jars filled with yellow fluids.

Roxanne chuckled and was about to comment when the current RED scout walked in.

"Uh... hope I ain't interuptin' nothin'," he cleared his throat.

Hugo and Roxanne glanced at each other. It should be obvious, but they just shrugged.

"Nah. What's up, Brandon?" Hugo leaned back in his seat.

"Well, tha others n' I managed to figure some stuff out involvin' what happened last night."

"Oh?" Roxanne raised a brow, "what happened last night?"

Brandon stared at the previous scout blankly for a moment, as if it just then dawned on him that Hugo's daughter was here, sitting right there in the same room he was in. A pretty girl to be exact. A very pretty girl.

"Um... Brandon?" the sniper frowned, "You in there, mate?"

"What? Uh, yeah," the scout cleared his throat, "so, last night. You might wanna talk to Dolphus or Sorrell if you want da details, but basically, Hugo turned into a weird monster and killed a couple of us and cut off my arm. It was pretty crazy, heheh."

"A monster?" Roxanne's face visibly paled yet, neither Brandon nor Hugo knew. Oh no.

"Yeah, it was actually pretty awesome," Brandon laughed, "kinda scary, but the fact we have respawn made it less scary. Not that I was scared. Cause I wasn't."

Hugo rolled his eyes, "Sure you weren't."

"Hey, you weren't there. Well, yeah you were, but you don't remember."

"Whatever, kid."

Brandon frowned and grumbled in irritation, possibly mumbling curses under his breath.

"So, was talking about last night all you wanted to come here for?" the sniper crossed his arms as he starred at the scout with a brow raised, "you said the others found some stuff out."

"Oh yeah!" the young man perked up and mentally smacked himself, "the guy who mutated you was dat old BLU medic! Probably, anyway. Sorrell has suspicions cuz dat guy was pretty crazy. You remember what he was like, right?"

"Yeah I do. He was a bloody lunatic who never did his job. Serious case of a battle medic really," Hugo glanced at his daughter, noticing her face was pale and she was staring down at her feet almost blankly, yet there was fear in her eyes. Her father frowned, "Roxy? What's wrong?"

"What? Uh, nothing!" the ex-scout jumped and shook her head, "I'm ok!"

Both the current scout and the sniper watched in confusion as Roxanne stood up from her seat and walked out, pushing passed Brandon as she went elsewhere, wanting some time to herself.

"What's with her?" Brandon looked at Hugo, who starred blankly at him.

"I don't know."