"Wait, how do you know him?" How small this world was when there was a war involved. The fact that her and Wash were talking made him hesitant; he wondered if she had been given that Keep Tucker Under Control order that seemed to be floating around lately. "He's from back home. Like, home home, my home world. He's part of my team."

And that team was important, the most important thing he had left.

"I dunno! Like...make a killer robot or something." Ugh, but she wasn't Sarge, so-- "A scalpel? Acid? Just something." But fuck, he didn't want Symmetra getting in trouble, either, and the frantic panic was making it hard to think.

"Just tell her I'm coming for her. We're all coming for her, and we're going to get her out no matter what." Fuck, it all sounded so dramatic. "Tell her I have buns waiting for her. She'll know."

Hope. She'll know hope.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Did you get your answers like I got mine? Did you look around?"