"Did Morrison ever say anything about when we were heading to Monaco?" Jesse questioned. Gabriel, who was seated across from the Cowboy, shrugged. "He never got back to me."

"The hell's he doing? Sitting with his thumb up his ass?"

"I doubt Ana would allow that."

"McCree has a point," Genji spoke up. "We have been waiting quite a while for an order."

"With little-to-no insight on the holdup," Moira added.

"Well, believe me," said Gabe, "if I knew anything about it, I'd tell you guys."

"Hey, Commander Reyes!" a young voice sounded, and the man turned his head to witness Brigitte darting through the Dining Hall to stand in front of him. She greeted Jesse and Genji upon her arrival with a cheerful hey guys! and peered in behind Gabriel to smile at the Doctor. "Hi, Miss!" The teenager paused and giggled. "Sorry, I'm a little excited to be here. I'm Brigitte Lindholm!"

"Doctor O'Deorain," Moira gestured to herself. "Are you related to Torbjorn, by any chance?"

"Oh, you made Commander Reyes's eyes turn crazy colors! I heard about you! And, um, yeah, he's my papa. I know that sounds kind of weird because I'm, like, a million feet taller than him, but it's true!"

Moira chuckled. "I was forced to look down at my father when I was around that age, you aren't the only one."

"Well, we can relate at least!"

Brigitte glanced back to Gabe and pushed her palms down on the table. "So, how's Blackwatch going?"

He laughed. "I think a better question would be 'what are you doing here?' I thought your dad was keeping you home?"

"Yeah, but we decided a couple days back wouldn't hurt. Plus Reinhardt sort of really missed me. And I kind of missed everyone." The last sentence was said in a sheepish tone. "Well, it's good to see you again," Jesse greeted, touching the pads of his fingers to his hat.

"It is a pleasure," Genji chimed in.

"You guys should come downstairs," Brigitte suggested. "Ma will be happy to see all of you. And she never met you, so she has to!"

"It would be more productive than whatever was going on here," Moira pointed out.

Genji was the first to stand up, followed by Redhead, McCree, and himself. Brigitte's face lit up as she gestured for the group to follow her. "Everyone's hanging out in the family room."

"Do we still have all that pizza from yesterday?" Jesse pondered. Gabriel chuckled. "We should have some." It was in that moment McCree stopped abruptly and glanced in the direction of the refrigerator. "Might be a moment, Brigitte."

"Just don't take forever getting cold pizza," the teen called over her shoulder. Gabe himself slowed his step to a stop, becoming slightly interested in whatever was in that fridge.

As the trio disappeared into an elevator, Jesse commented, "I love that kid. Feisty."

"All of his kids are nice," Gabriel replied. "He's got a nice family."

"Wife's pretty, too."

"Mhm."

There was a moment of silence, the only sound that can be heard being the unwrapping of aluminum foil on McCree's part. Gabriel listened to the obnoxious crinkling sound for a few moments before the Cowboy began laughing to himself.

"What if Moira had kids?" Jesse said, peering over his shoulder. His question earned a nervous chuckle from the Commander. "I don't think that'd pan out too well."

"We'd wake up and one'd be green. The other has three eyes or something."

"'It's for science, Jesse,'" he joked, leaning on the countertop. Jesse himself laughed as he took a slice of pizza from the plate he placed on the counter.

"Between me and you, Reyes, the Doctor's a bit funny-looking, isn't she?" There was a small, unwarranted twang of anger in his stomach at McCree's words. Fighting against it, Gabe asked the man, "What do you mean?"

"I mean when I first met her, I thought she was a man," he chuckled, keeping his voice low. "Couldn't get a gander at her tits; I thought she didn't have any. Then she started talking, and that's when I realized." He laughed, but Gabriel didn't.

Gabriel didn't laugh.

"With all due respect," McCree continued, "that has to be the ugliest woman I ever seen."

"Oh, fuck you," he snapped back. "That isn't true."

"Matter of opinion, Boss."

"Is being an asshole really necessary, though?"

"It's the Cowboy, of course it is."

His breath caught in his throat.

Gabe has never seen Jesse tip his hat goodbye as fast as he did in that moment. Not once glancing at the woman, the Southern man nearly jogged out of the cafeteria, Moira's digusted eyes following him as he left.

Gabe sighed. "How much of that did you catch?"

"Oh, only all of it," she replied flatly.

"I'm sorry about him."

"Don't be, it doesn't faze me any longer." She stepped closer to him. "That wasn't the first time I've heard it."

That wasn't-what? How many times has she heard that before?

He thought back to when they ate together at the airport, and how she had explained to him that no one had ever returned her feelings.

Was that what she meant?

"That's terrible," Gabriel said pitifully, "you shouldn't have to hear that." Moira shrugged. "It's what I've heard all my life. I was ugly, too tall, my body didn't have enough form, I didn't look like a woman." Her eyes shot to the side as if she were trying to remember the insults she'd received in the past. "Come on, you're not any of those things," he explained, "don't believe any of that bullshit." She presented him with her signature brow raise. "You seem awfully worried about my self esteem, Commander."

"Well, it's nonsense said by a bunch of assholes. And, uh...just call me Gabe."

"I thought you didn't like nicknames."

"Listen, there's a select group of people who are allowed to call me that."

"What made you consider adding me to this group?"

Dear Lord, this woman...

Gabe shrugged. "Might as well."

"Alright then, Gabe," Moira smirked, "don't worry as much. It doesn't bother me." To hear his nickname spill from her lips wrapped in that accent made him grin with a unique happiness that he hasn't experienced in a while. "If it doesn't bother you, then it doesn't bother me, I guess."

He hoped it didn't bother her.

He hoped.

But chances were that it genuinely didn't faze her. This was Moira O'Deorain, after all.

This was Moira O'Deorain.