[If there was anyone who'd recognize him, it's her. The second-in-command, Mama Bear, the one who's kept an eye out for her team and those beyond it. Playing hero in the shadows was fine by her. But a hero who couldn't recognize when she was needed was a poor one.

Jack always was careful about his image. Maybe it was just what working with Overwatch did to a man. You helped people under their rules, the dirty parts cut out. Judging by how he's keeping his guard up, that hasn't changed.]

I thought you would. [Ana knows Jack has the right to be furious. When he lowers his rifle, she lowers her hands. She speaks softly.] I'm sorry. I had to be by myself for a while. Sort out my mess before I could come back to help you.