Reinhardt's hands clasped together excitedly as he spun around toward the small group of people who'd joined him at the doors out to the hangar bay, his eyes lighting up at the thought of Overwatch fully having been recalled as soon as Jesse McCree walked through those very doors. While the others had mixed enthusiasm, from even-keeled apprehension from Winston to down-right confusion from Jamison, Reinhardt took to the forefront of excitability as his warm voice roared over the scattered conversations surrounding him.

"Just think, everyone!" he spoke up loudly with a massive grin on his face, "With McCree's return, we'll be throwing the 'tentative' list of recallees out the window! And to think, since this group's dissolution and return, we've actually grown with far-greater recruits than we could have ever hoped to attain!"

He turned to Jamison's direction, earning a particularly wonderous smile from the Junker. Reinhardt started in his direction even, leaving Jamison to offer a humble hand to be shaken, clearing his throat as he struggled to remain cool and collected under this Crusader's gaze, though as Reinhardt approached him, he failed to stop, forcing Jamison's eyes wide with confusion, leading to a sad recoil as Reinhardt ultimately reached out in Aleksandra Zaryanova's direction.

"Just look at this beast!" he admired loudly, Zarya blushing at the unexpected recognition, "You'd have carried our whole unit out of Eichenwald if you'd been there, no doubt!"

She lowered her head with a shy grin, "Eh, er, my thanks, sir."

Reinhardt continued to marvel at her gigantic build until Ana made her way through the crowded hallway to pull him away with a grumble, "Hands off the merchandise, dear."

"Come now, my adenium, I haven't seen biceps like those since my days with the Gryphons!" he pleaded, though Ana and Zarya both were quite relived to see him subdued.

Jamison eyed her in critiquing, nodding to himself as he muttered aloud, "Too true, though. Oi, Roadie! If ya got yer gut in yer arms, look what you'd accomplish, mate!"

His teasing grin was met with a vicious glance from Roadhog, who merely shook his head before returning to himself, leaving Jamison to pine at Mei's sudden words, "I've got the a/c gun ready for action! If Jesse's stricken with heatstroke from being out in the desert for so long, this puppy'll bring him to life faster than a… What are those long-eared things called?"

"Jackalope," Jack answered mutedly.

"Faster than a jakalope!" Mei finished, toying with the gun in her hand, shaking it suddenly with a nervous chuckle, "Ehh… Well, there's something… Nothing a little percussive maintenance can't fix! Jamie, if you would?"

Jamison grabbed the a/c gun and gave it a swift smack, sending the internal "frostbustion" engine to whirr to life, sending a gleam of excitement into Mei's eyes, "Beautiful!"

She whipped around to finish her final modifications, spinning absentmindedly around as she fixed the weapon, suddenly sending it skyward in triumph, "Ta daa-!"

Freezing in place, she couldn't help but stare at the gigantic woman who now stood in front of her, Zarya watching her with innocent confusion, as though the two of them had no idea what to make of the other. Mei lowered her arm in recoil, though as she stared up at the giant, pink-haired lady, she couldn't have but offer her gun to her, like a child offering lunch money to a bully.

"Uhh, you sure you don't need a cooling blast..?" Mei wondered, quietly.

Zarya's eyes narrowed in confusion, though Mei explained, nervously, "I-I mean, with all that muscle… You sure your internal engine's not about to, uh…bust?"

Confused still, Zarya's head fell to the side as Jamison nervously reached back to pull Mei from her presence, offering a friendly enough smile up toward the massive woman before closing in on Mei, whispering, "I don't think she works any different than any of us, sheila…"

"Prosti. I apologize for them all," Angela spoke up as she approached Zarya from the side, shaking her head with crossed arms, "The weirdness is sort of an acquired taste, I suppose. Most of them don't know how to turn it off when meeting normal people."

Zarya shook her head, "No, no. Very relieving, truly. Preferable to where I come from. Everybody there so scared and worried of omnic attack. Everybody here so carefree; no worry."

With a smile, Angela nodded, "I guess that's a nice way to think about it. How's your village been doing since you showed up here the other day?"

"Not bad," she answered with a hopeful grin, "Omnium under control. Won't fall into same, uh, pitfall as Australia. Mako very helpful with such things."

Angela's eyes narrowed in curiosity, turning up to Zarya with a quiet voice, "Mako?"

The giant woman gave a gentle throw of her head toward Roadhog, who remained leaning against the wall keeping to himself, at least until he noticed Angela's gaze, the doctor's brow furrowing as she spoke up, "You'll tell her your name?!"

Roadhog shrugged, "Call it an omnic-warrior's honor. Ask me again when you've battled your share of those things."

A lighthearted snicker appeared as Genji made his way down the hallway toward the mass of people, patting Angela's shoulder with a teasing grin, "Ziegler might not be able to address any of us by name if that's the case."

The doctor frowned, "I could always start harming others right this second, you know."

Genji smiled at her sarcastic threat, simply patting her again before making his way through the group, "Where's that old bastard?! I haven't had his ribs to dig my elbow into for years!"

Winston cleared his throat as he stood beside the hangar door, checking his watch, "Uh, just a few minutes. The Splitstream's just a few hundred miles out. Fareeha is piloting it, so it's not as though she can navigate warp space."

"Fareeha?!" Ana asked suddenly.

Shrugging, Winston answered, "Said Lena stopped by London on the way. She assured me she'd return by the time operations begin once again."

"Yeah, when exactly does that go down?" Reinhardt wondered aloud, ready for some direction.

Winston turned toward Jack Morrison, the man standing with his back against the wall, his hands meeting behind him in a sort of officer-like pose, "That's for your captain to decide. Well, and all the bigwigs over at the U.N.. Oh, and Gabrielle Adawe has a pretty massive say in our operations still."

"Other than all that," Winston assured cautiously, "We're sort of flying solo as far as the governments of the world are concerned. Adawe assured us she'd handle anything that needed handling."

Reinhardt suddenly thrust himself into the air from his tip-toed, examining the room as he turned in a circle, "And where's Torbjörn?! That old dog hang 'em up?"

"He's operating in a consultant capacity at this point," Winston pointed out, "That doesn't surprise me. His wife would be his number one enemy were he to leave her with that whole gaggle of children running around."

Angela shivered at the thought of a creature inside of her wreaking havoc the same way Torbjörn's many grandchildren did the last she'd visited his home. Still, her head jumped up at the door buzzed, signaling the hangar bay being in use, in this case, by the Splitstream. She tried to peer beyond the clump of Overwatch operatives await the return of Jesse McCree, though her point of attention wasn't him, but rather the man he was bringing with him. She waited patiently, still, as the door churned to life, revealing Jesse McCree standing on the other side, his eyes jumping wide in shock at the sight of so many people before him.

He leaned toward Winston, slowly pulling the brim of his hat down over his eyes, "Hey… You know ya got a bunch a' people just standin' over there, right..?"

Winston grinned, "That's what you get for showing up fashionably late, my friend. Welcome back to the fold."

Before he could answer, Jesse's head whipped to the side as two gargantuan arms flew around him, Reinhardt squeezing the life out of him as he pulled him up into a gigantic hug, "Jesse! You old dog! How are ya?!"

"D-D-…"

"What?" Reinhardt chortled happily, "Darned happy to be back?!"

Jesse's voice strained, "D-Dy-Dying…"

This only made Reinhardt laugh even louder, though he ultimately returned Jesse to the ground, the cowboy hunched over in soreness as he shook his head, clutching his arm, "G-Good seein' you too…"

He nodded toward Ana as he noticed her, "Amari."

"Cowboy."

"Your daughter really is a spittin' image, huh."

Ana smirked wryly, "And don't you dare get near her just to try and live vicariously within my grasp, cowboy."

"I wasn't-"

She continued with a chuckle, "Besides, she's in our doctor's care, anyway."

"Wait, she's-?"

"Uh huh," Angela answered prematurely as she pushed through the group, offering a hand, "I look forward to seeing your charts, McCree. Just from the look of it, I'll have my hands full."

Jesse shook his head, "Half of it was from Reinhardt a moment ago, I assure you…"

The doctor grinned, giving up on a handshake in exchange for reaching up and grabbing at his hat, pulling it from his head, "I'll make sure this gets fixed up."

"Yeah, 'n no nicks this time," Jesse frowned, "Last time it was washed, the-"

The group fell silent as Genji stepped out from the assortment of operatives, his mask-less face revealing a particularly unhappy frown as he stepped slowly toward McCree, the cowboy groaning as he forced himself p straight, almost as if squaring himself up for a fight. Winston bit his lip as he eyed Reinhardt, the Crusader nodding to assure him that any such encounter wouldn't be tolerated so long as he were there. The two Blackwatch men eyed one another with sinister glances, Genji's lips pulling together in reserved frustration while McCree looked on.

Not two feet from one another, Genji took in a breath as he examined the cowboy from head to toe, his head shaking in appraisal as he spoke up, quietly, "You look like shit."

Jesse eyed him steadily, "Have you missed every mirror these last few years?"

Genji's brow sunk angrily at his words, though just as quickly, a grin crossed his face before he threw his arms out to embrace his old colleague, Jesse weakly returning the favor as the ninja spoke up, "It's so good to see you again, old friend!"

"Likewise," Jesse assured, though with little change in his tone.

Genji took a moment to heartily pat his friend's back before pulling away, holding his shoulders with heavy grips, "By the gods, the Wild West was not good to you. You look wilder than it!"

At that, Jesse cracked a smirk, "I sure feel like it. I got a good nap on the way over, so this is me on my good side."

Genji shook his head in disbelief as Jesse turned to notice Captain Morrison eyeing him from the side, "We'll have to catch up, Gen."

"Absolutely," Genji assured, releasing Jesse as the cowboy approached his, apparently, new captain, seeing as how Reyes was no longer filling the spot.

Jesse grinned, turning over his shoulder to muse toward Genji, "You been counting this guy's grey hairs?"

Genji snickered beneath Jack's unamused glare, the captain merely lowering his shoulders with an uncharacteristic subdued posture, his voice gravely as always, "Is this going to be a routine thing?"

"Nah, nah," Jesse assured, much to Jack's relief, "Y'know the whole friendly rivalry thing, that's all. Considerin' Reyes' situation 'n all, y'know, I'm excited to be under the great Jack Morrison's direction."

At the mention of Reyes, Angela's face fell, though Jack only reached out to give a directing hold upon Jesse's shoulder, turning him toward the group, "Not too much has changed. We've got the old-timers; you know Reinhardt, Ana, and me. We've got the younger guys, namely you, Genji, and Ziegler there, and Lena's out and about. As far as new guys, there's the young Amari, we've got a Junker, Jamison- his buddy over there is just hanging out. You got Mei as well, you know her, and then there's Aleksandra in the back there, known as Zarya. Winston's still our eyes in the sky."

Jesse eyed the whole of the group, speaking up weakly, "Guess I got a lot of catchin' up to do. How y'all doin'?"

Winston turned a serious eye to Jack, who pushed Jesse along, "We'll get to doing that at the mess hall, don't worry. We made sure to get stuff delivered again- for all these weirdos, none of them know how to cook. The Junker can cook a wheel, I suppose."

"And boy, if it weren't the best bang fer ya buck this side o' Melb'urne!" Jamison proclaimed happily, the group slowly making its way down the hallway on Jack's direction, leaving only Winston and Angela behind as they turned to examine the hangar bay.

Angela waited a moment longer before releasing a sigh, calling out, "Okay, Fareeha. Come on out."

Not a moment later, Fareeha appeared from the Splitstream, clad in her Raptora, her arms full with the man Angela knew to be Michael, her voice quiet as she spoke up, "He's just sleeping. I made sure he got some nourishment on the ride."

"Good," Angela sighed, turning toward Winston as he examined the man himself, "He's the guy?"

Winston nodded, "I've seen that face on my computer more times than I could ever hope to remember, save for the long hair."

Angela bit her lip, "You think it's a good idea to keep it from Ana?"

"Yes," Winston nodded, "We'll see what he knows. I don't want her jumping to conclusions or anything."

Angela nodded in agreement as Winston turned back to enter into the base once again, "Take him to Hold-G. I'll make sure he gets the proper arrangements. The best thing Jesse did was make it easy for us to seem like heaven, I suppose. Hopefully he'll be more willing to talk with just a little care."

"Alright," Angela replied, somberly waving for Fareeha to go along, the soldier slowing as she leaned over to give the doctor a swift peck on the lips, which she returned.

Fareeha spoke apprehensively, "This is a big deal, isn't it?"

Her eyes shutting regretfully, Angela sighed mutedly, "This man could be the key to us getting a foothold into Talon, and therefore, Reaper. One of the driving reasons for us all getting unshelved was the rising threat of Talon to begin with. Pretty big for an initial lead, and one that means a great deal for your mother."

Fareeha frowned slightly with worry, her eyes widening as Angela continued, "Oh, by the way, your mom and I are kind of friends now."

"Wait, wh- How long was I gone?!" Fareeha stammered, even more worried by what she was now hearing.

Angela grinned, pointing indoors, "Just get him inside. We'll talk about this later over drinks."

She gave her soldier a wry sort of wink, "Then you can talk over me for our de-briefing."

"I hold one of the most magnanimous developments in Overwatch's history in my arms and you can't help but resort to innuendo," Fareeha shook her head, "Sorry my love, but I'm not that easy."

Angela couldn't help but grin as she followed along, shaking her head in disbelief, "You're certainly not easy to keep safe, either."