The cafeteria was abustle as everybody packed in for lunch, this having been the most crowded the Watchpoint had been in many years. Winston couldn't help a nostalgic smile as he stood by the door that lead out to the helipad, looking back over his shoulder as everybody congregated around the massive board room table, taking seats and speaking loud enough to fill the atmosphere.

A sudden tap at the back of his head roused Winston from his reverie, turning back to find a colorful drone hovering there, having grown impatient and gently reminded its client that there was still a tab to be paid. Winston chuckled as he pawed for his wallet, shaking his head at how far food delivery had come in just his lifetime.

"Sorry, buddy," he spoke with a gentleness that, no doubt, had been fostered by his reliance on Athena, holding up a card and allowing the saucer-like drone to scan both sides.

A beep worked its way out before the drone suddenly shot up into the air in a flash, returning home and leaving Winston to fix his glasses in examining the small object disappear into the clouds, shaking his head in bewilderment before stepping back into the cafeteria, the various containers of food having already been torn asunder and dived up like clothes thrown around a bedroom. He joined the others, taking his seat at the head of the table, fingers aflutter as he eyed the myriad of cuisine that sat before him.

"Good to know Winston finally figured out how to cook," Reinhardt roared vigorously with a laugh, winking at his friend, "Have somebody else do it!"

Winston nodded with a playful smile, too preoccupied with grabbing food to take any offense, "I figured the most I could do, seeing as how we've got two guests in our midst, would be to not frighten them with my glowing catalogue of peanut butter soufflé, peanut butter scones, or, my favorite, shrimp."

Jack turned toward Ana and Reinhardt beside him, eying the Crusader while barring his teeth in a crooked sort of smirk, "Figures his favorite dish is something he doesn't have to cook."

The two roared with laughter while Winston took their jolly in stride, leaning over the table with a wry smirk, "Of everything planted into my brain, at least I was imparted with the innate wisdom of- Oh, I'm sorry! Trigonometry isn't innate to everybody."

Proud of himself, Winston happily began his meal, gorging himself as Reinhardt sighed nervously, "Helpless."

"Winston's not very agile either," Genji shrugged, leaning over the table to eye their gorilla leader with a crooked smirk.

The ape sighed, "Look, this isn't 'Pin the Inferiority On Winston', alright?"

"We just love you that much," Angela clarified simply, "Everybody misses you is all."

Winston frowned, "They have a funny way of showing it sometimes. Oh! Genji, you must regale us with your time with Zenyatta! I checked out your psych scores and they were phenomenal!"

"Meditation does wonders," Genji explained as he lifted his glass to his lips, eyeing Jack with a grin before sipping, "You oughta try it, Morrison."

Jack rolled his eyes after leaning onto the table, "Plenty of excellent soldiers came before me without that stuff, and plenty, still, will come afterwards."

"Sounds like Genji before we found him," Angela smirked as she poked at her food, earning a nervous chuckle from the cyborg ninja as Winston burst out laughing.

"I assure you, Hakase, there are some ladies in Nagoya who weep at the thought of me having reformed my life," Genji smirked devilishly, turning toward Jack with a cockeyed glance, "Even with my body the way it is."

Jack shrugged, "You're more machine than man, Shimada. Probably got more circuits running electricity than your brain."

A loud thump broke their tension as Roadhog leaned forward in entrance to speak, his voice still a rasping of a sort, "There was one omnic during the Liberation that joined our ranks. said he'd disagreed with the maked defying the maker. Even omnics don't operate in a give mind."

"I'm not saying he did," Jack offered up as he fell deep into his seat, "Omnics are bad news. Always have been. Man changes; that's what's kept us all alive for thousands of years. A machine just is. You get one of those omnics to meditate, what's it gonna find? There's nothing there."

"Your brain is in a ball of meat. Zenyatta's brain is on a hard drive. Same mechanics, same purposes," Genji responded, earning an inquisitive stare from Winston as he went along, "Same consciousness."

"Consciousness," Jack repeated, a grim frown crossing his face, "They act in an instant- how do they even have the time to think what's right or wrong? They were always better for chores, not judgements; I've seen a hell of a lot of omnics murder a hell of a lot of humans."

Genji paused for a moment, already knowing his trump card, "And how many humans have you murdered, Morrison?"

Jack's face had turned dark just as Genji had begun to speak, understanding quick enough what he'd worked himself into, simply shaking his head as he leaned forward once again to hide his face down toward his plate, "I still don't want that shit inside me."

As silence filled the room, Angela's hand slowly ran across her face in dismay, "Okay, this is a bad time, but I'd be remiss to remind you, Jack, that you should be taking your medicines during your meals."

His head arose just enough to catch Genji's chest from the other side of the table as his hand dug into his pocket pathetically, slowly pulling out a container of pills. Genji turned his body away, unable to hide his amused laughter at the sight, his respect for the Captain having always been more or less lessened by his involvement with Blackwatch. Now he was merely watching his former master's rival pouring straight hypocrisy past his lips.

"Watch it; those may just-"

"You wanna go, you tin can?!" Jack shouted, slamming a fist into the table as he shot up to his feet, sending a number of half-filled glasses to the ground as Reinhardt threw a hand up to grab at his captain's arm to wrangle him down if need be.

"Stop it, you two!" Ana shouted, instilling order into the room.

Angela chided as well, "Yes, cut it out! Apparently, neither drugs nor machinery has taken the stupid childishness out of either of you! Crissakes…"

Jack challenged his youthful colleague with a fierce stare just a moment longer before gradually falling back into his seat, stretching out his arm to fiddle with his silverware as he slumped back in his seat. Angela cast a glance in both their directions before grumbling to herself while taking her seat, politely pulling her saucer closer to gently pull a forkful of kushari to her mouth, preparing to field Winston's words as he gave a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Ana. Angela," he offered them, nodding his head approvingly, before turning an eye to the quietest two members at the table, "Now, Mei, I've never been one to judge- seeing as how I'm a gorilla after all, but I can't help but notice that you usually speak three hundred or so words per minute at this table and, tonight, you've gone with a mere 'thank you'. I'm not keeping you too busy with that assignment, am I?"

The others turned toward the scientist, whose face was glued to her tablet, with Jamison sitting beside her and only able to give a shrug in response, "I dunno what she's up to."

"Hmm," Winston frowned, now concerned that her work was interfering with down time, "Could you give her a little tug or something?"

Jamison nodded, carefully grabbing ahold of her shoulder and teetering her body side to side until she just barely eyed him from the edge of her hoodie, reaching up to pull off the headphones that had been concealed beneath the parka.

"HUH?" she shouted out in questioning, sending Jamison reeling backward in shock.

"Now listen here, Mei-Ling," Winston cleared his throat, "I know I gave you that assignment, but-"

"WHAT?!" she shouted out loud, sending everybody at the table nearly collapsing in their seats away from her.

Angela rolled a finger around her ear, "For crying out loud, Mei! What, did you go right to eleven?!"

Picking himself up from nearly laying in his chair, Jack grumbled annoyingly, "I don't know, but she just sent me straight to hangover status."

Mei frowned at, to her, the fully unwarranted negativity directed toward her, crossing her arms as her ears began to lessen with her headphones removed, "I'm just trying to do my job here! I don't see any of you contributing to poor Lena's mission! She sounds so heartbroken in this recording!"

A chuckle escaped Genji's lips as he leaned toward the others, "Think she realized England's football team doesn't actually have lions playing on the field?"

Unable to withhold his own smirk, Jack covered his face to hide a quick chortle of his doing, quickly forcing it into a cough as his eyes caught Mei's vicious stare in his direction. Winston's head rolled along his shoulders at his futile attempts at a moment's peace, simply rubbing his thumb and forefinger up and down the bridge of his nose as he slunk forward in his seat.

"Nevermind. As you were, Mei…"

The scientist frowned as she slowly pulled her cat-ear headphones back beneath her parka's hood, her eyes gradually meeting the waveforms that danced along her tablet screen in time with the recording she'd downloaded there.

"Another happy family," Angela scoffed sarcastically while defeatedly propping herself up on her elbow, running her face against her palm as it shook helplessly.

Ana made a noise as her silverware scraped along the bottom of her plate, "Hmm. You'd know plenty about that, wouldn't you, Ziegler. Well, at least the inverse."

The doctor cursed under her breath, finally resting her forehead on the table with her eyes closed. Her fingers clenched as she thought of her promise to Fareeha to get along with her mother, though, at times like these, she knew it would be going against her entire existence within Overwatch to submit to easily to the woman.

As if unknowingly, Roadhog peered across toward Ana with a curious expression, "What's the scoop?"

"Oh god," Angela moaned in anguish, "Just let it go."

"A good man you are, uh, Road-Hog?" Ana asked politely, earning a nod, "Imagine, if you will, a mother and her daughter. They spend every day together, living in a life of pure harmony, where they only aspire to be there for one another, and for the world, the vehicle of which coming in the form of this very institution upon which we sit. It's their whole pleasure to train and work for peace, with no more than each other's backs in one another's care!"

Angela growled as her head arose, "That's total bullshit and you know it! What do you call taking pot shots at an eight-year-old coming home from school?!"

"Training, as I said," Ana shrugged impotently, as though removing the burden of explanation before returning to her meal, "Doctors have their place, I'm sure; well, they did at one point. The world is serviced better by skilled soldiers these days; everybody's so headstrong and unmoving; a doctor's not going to shake foundations of regressive thought."

Reinhardt scooted his chair backwards to exit the fray with a nervous, "I- er- I'm just gonna get some more of that-"

His movement halted as Jack sent a foot to impede his momentum, shaking his head with a coarse command, "This is war, soldier."

Sadly resigned to his fate, Reinhardt groaned as he returned to his spot just as Angela jumped to her feet in a show of dramatic performance before throwing her arms up in questioning toward Roadhog, "What kind of mother does that?!"

"A good one!" Ana fired back, albeit calmly still, "My daughter is alive today, all thanks to me and my dedication to her becoming the best she could be. I never wanted her to flirt with settling- she has so much more potential than to have it wasted on fantasies of floozies and mere whims!"

Angela's teeth showed angrily as she watched Ana go along with her meal as though she were doing all she could to ignore her, the older woman's shoulders raising just slightly as she finished with one final stab, "I couldn't be happier you two are barely more than friends."

His body unable to move, Winston's eyes jumped toward Angela for her response, only finding her trembling with her bottom lip caught forcefully against her teeth, fighting internally for her next course of action. Genji did much the same, though his eyes watched Angela's as she shivered, catching something less of unknowing than uncertainty. The doctor knew what to say, she was merely fighting with herself whether or not to say it.

Finally, she paused, Angela's body coming to a stop as her lips freed up, her eyes closing in a dignified expression as she took a seat, a certain tension diffusion across the entire table as she picked up her fork for another scoop of her kushari, "Just friends, huh?"

Ana nodded, "She can do better than any relationship, I assure you."

"Well, I assure you, granny," Angela muttered, her lips tightening angrily as she shot a glance toward Ana, "This ain't the only Egyptian I've eaten in this building."

Unlike Mei's outburst that was met with concealed laughter, Angela's finisher was only surrounded by quiet shock as the air cleared, the good doctor simply returning to her plate, silently eating as the whole table sat dumbfounded, including Ana, whose entire body had gone still. The only thing that broke the air was Roadhog's sudden chuckling, which turned into a raucous laughter as his body slumped sideways over the arms of his chair, convulsing as his hoarse voice battled the frenzied laughter that left him.

"BWAH HA HA HA HA!" he shouted, clutching his chest, "PFFT- ST-STOP! HA HA! I C- I CAN'T-! I CA- HA HA HA HA!"

Jamison, trying his very best to remain polite, finally burst into his own conniptioned fit as his torso fell onto the table in a convulsing lump as his cackling howls of laughter echoed in time with Roadhog's, earning only a confused glance from Mei as she watched, almost in worry at his sudden behavior.

Winston groaned at the sight, lowering his gaze just as Angela reached over to check on Roadhog's pulse, "Well, it wouldn't be Overwatch if it weren't normal, I suppose…"

And as Jack and Genji both shared shaking heads, finally, they had something to agree on, drowned out by the incessant laughter of two yobbos.