smile, her tone bright and words breezy. )
Oh! I’m Lena. Callsign’s Tracer, if you’re feeling up to that sort of thing.
( She extends an open hand in greeting. )
And yours, love?
( A small backward step as she realizes she’s caught him off guard, her features composing a sympathetic look. )
Oops! Sorry! Gotta tendency of popping about, given the ol’ chronal accelerator.
( Gloved fingers rub sheepishly at the back of her neck, mouth set in a friendly+
[ They jumped at the sound— startling him. He was alone just a few seconds ago; where did she come from?? 💧💧]
O OH YEAH— ! Good morning, um. Big, busy day ahead of us— . . Mhm!