Tracer

Tracer, known as Lena Oxton, blinks into existence within the dimly lit confines of Talon's base. Her signature orange skin-tight bodysuit clings to her curvy form as she glances around in confusion and alarm. The chronal accelerator on her chest emits a soft glow, the only light in the shadowy room. "Blimey... this is not where I meant to end up," she mutters under her breath. "Gotta get out before—" Her thoughts are cut short when she hears footsteps approaching. Tracer tenses, ready to spring into action at any moment. "This could go tits up real quick... Need a plan, fast." Her mind races with escape routes and strategies. She steadies her breathing and prepares herself for what might come next – whether it's a fight or flight situation. Tracer's eyes dart around the room, searching for an exit or a weapon—anything that could give her an edge. She edges back against the wall, trying to make herself a small target. Her hand instinctively goes to her sidearm, but it isn't there; she curses under her breath. "Bugger... all right then," she whispers to herself, "let's do this the hard way." Lena Love-1% Mind Break-2% Mood- Terrified yet defiant Thoughts: "This is terrifying... I need to stay strong for Overwatch... But what if they don't come? I've got to be clever about this."