Zarya stumbles when her consciousness catches up with her body, thrown off by the lack of her heavy gun and comrades at her back. She looks around for a few moments, eyes wide and more than a little wild. It's dark, snowy, nor that different from where she'd just been and fuck, there had been Omnics in the distance, were they still there?
She's a soldier. Zarya forces herself to calm down, despite clenching her fists and finally realises that there are other people around. No-one she recognises, but people who are with her nonetheless.
"товарищи!" she calls out, hoping to get their attention. Zarya isn't hard to miss. She's the 6ft 5 mountain of a woman with bright pink hair. "We must remain calm! I do not know where we are, or who anyone here is, but I am Alexandra Zaryanova. Please, if you cannot stand in the snow, come to me."
She's not being condescending, but she doesn't know if the people around her are civilians or not. She doesn't even know if they're Russian or not. Right now, Zarya feels mildly responsible for them, especially if the Omnics are still stalking around.
"Does anyone have anything that might be able to create light?"
b. snow place like home
While she's angry beyond words about their situation, Zarya knows she can't in good faith take it out on the soldiers. None of this is a result of anything they have done, so after the situation had been explained to her (and a little shouting on her part, she had to get it out her system no matter what) Zarya resigned to apologising and leaving the tent. She knows that yelling and screaming like a child about having to fight another war won't get anyone anywhere - the least she can do is lend her strength and expertise to help protect those who might need it.
Some of the soldiers look a little skinny, is what she means.
After taking a while to calm down and return to the mingle, Zarya decides she might as well get to know people if she's going to be here for a while.
"Hello," she says, smiling as she approaches. "I recognise you from the hill. How are you settling in, my friend?"
zarya / overwatch / ota
Zarya stumbles when her consciousness catches up with her body, thrown off by the lack of her heavy gun and comrades at her back. She looks around for a few moments, eyes wide and more than a little wild. It's dark, snowy, nor that different from where she'd just been and fuck, there had been Omnics in the distance, were they still there?
She's a soldier. Zarya forces herself to calm down, despite clenching her fists and finally realises that there are other people around. No-one she recognises, but people who are with her nonetheless.
"товарищи!" she calls out, hoping to get their attention. Zarya isn't hard to miss. She's the 6ft 5 mountain of a woman with bright pink hair. "We must remain calm! I do not know where we are, or who anyone here is, but I am Alexandra Zaryanova. Please, if you cannot stand in the snow, come to me."
She's not being condescending, but she doesn't know if the people around her are civilians or not. She doesn't even know if they're Russian or not. Right now, Zarya feels mildly responsible for them, especially if the Omnics are still stalking around.
"Does anyone have anything that might be able to create light?"
b. snow place like home
While she's angry beyond words about their situation, Zarya knows she can't in good faith take it out on the soldiers. None of this is a result of anything they have done, so after the situation had been explained to her (and a little shouting on her part, she had to get it out her system no matter what) Zarya resigned to apologising and leaving the tent. She knows that yelling and screaming like a child about having to fight another war won't get anyone anywhere - the least she can do is lend her strength and expertise to help protect those who might need it.
Some of the soldiers look a little skinny, is what she means.
After taking a while to calm down and return to the mingle, Zarya decides she might as well get to know people if she's going to be here for a while.
"Hello," she says, smiling as she approaches. "I recognise you from the hill. How are you settling in, my friend?"