Mei moves subtly, bobbing like a jellyfish in the sea, scuffling about in her thick suede fur-lined boots and passing out half-frozen water bottles to their teammates. It's an especially muggy day in Hanamura- on days like this, its typical of Mei to be conscious of keeping her team hydrated.

"Remember everyone, you all know where to come in case you need popsicles!"

She, being a quick minute older than a good portion of Overwatch, tended to be a little bit on the matronly side with all of them. Between she, Mercy, and 76, the team was ensured to be well taken care of on this mission.

Mei was the type of person to make friends rather easily. Her kind nature and considerate heart, combined with her enthusiasm and hopeful outlook on the future had earned her a badge of affection from nearly everyone within the ranks of Overwatch. She was as passionate and caring as she was hardworking, and always did her best to ensure that her team was in tip-top shape for their missions- for the good of the planet, after all!

Only few among them did she mistrust, and lo and behold- two of them were assigned to accompany her on this mission. Normally, in situations like these, Mei would keep mostly to herself, buttoning her lip and making sure not to get in the suspicious party's way: no telling who would and wouldn't hesitate lest she accidentally appear in their cross-hairs, after all. In this case, however, whispers among her colleagues had fostered a wariness of the two new Australian mercenaries to whom she was assigned to fight alongside.

From what she had heard, and from reliable sources at that, was that the pair were capricious and unpredictable, and were generally all-around troublemakers at best. Beyond their bold personalities, the two were known to be incredibly dangerous and had a penchant for destruction and cruelty. They were ruthless individuals who felt no remorse for a little bloodshed for the sake of personal gain, especially in pecuniary terms.

They were killers.

Her fingers flutter nervously against the plastic of the bottle and she ponders for a moment before she turns from Zarya, putters over, and hands Junkrat a water bottle of his own. She doesn't make eye contact with him, preferring to glance away to something in her peripheral, nibbling her bottom lip a bit.

"H-here Jamison...Take this."

Her good nature got the best of her in these cases.

He hesitates from taking the drink, instead preferring to let a wry smile split his smug face and lift a mocking blonde brow at her offer. She puffs her cheeks and says nothing, prodding him hard and quick in the gut with the bottle.

Dangerous or not, she wouldn't tolerate insolence. She was intimidated, sure, but Mei was perfectly capable of defending herself and doing considerable damage on her own. She eyed the larger of the two over her shoulder, sizing him up in case things got hairy. 'Big,' she thought, 'but slow. If I caught him off-guard with a head start, maybe my Endothermic Blaster could...'

She shook her head a bit, determined to focus and get the task at hand over with.

"You need to stay hydrated.", she presses.

He all but snatches the bottle from his short teammate and begins to toss it up and down in one hand, a festering Cheshire grin curling his soot-smudged lips.

"Aww, the Ice Queen herself is worried about little ol' me? I'm touched, Your Majesty!"

Its this that makes her whirl toward him, pushing her thick black glasses up her pink nose with a gloved hand and giving him a frosty glare.

"You will be no use to anyone if you are dehydrated. We cannot afford to have team members who are indisposed on the front lines! Do not make Angela waste her time on you.", she spits, pointing behind her with a slightly curved finger at Mercy, who hovered with a watchful gaze on him close by.

He simply rolls his eyes at her scolding, smiling and crossing his organic leg over his prosthetic one.

"Tch."

He cackles briefly then, and stretches his long neck backward to jeer at her to his leather-clad bulwark of a bodyguard.

"Hear that 'Hog? She's worried 'bout a pair o' Aussies gettin' overheated!"

He seems to pause, and suddenly the notion is hilarious to him. The cackle that barks from his chest is a dry, wheezing, hyena-like sound. His adam's apple flutters in his throat with it, the ropy muscles of his long neck straining with his raucous taunting.

With a hateful eye fixed on him, she huffs loudly, indignant at his mockery of someone's generosity and concern.

"You're so awful! To think the earth wastes her precious gallons of water to make up people like you!"

Her pitifully nerdy outburst only elicits more shrill laughter from the pyromaniac, slapping his knee and throwing his head back to smack against the broad wall that makes up Roadhog's hairy chest.

Fine then, she decides.

All he hears is a feminine growl and the padded stomping of her thermal boots before he's bent over coughing, having earned a harsh flick to his adam's apple from his tinier teammate. He's swallowing and coughing, his black-nailed hand clasped over his now tender throat. From behind him he can hear the low, quiet rumble of Roadhog's chortling laughter rolling forth from deep within his chest. Junkrat elbows him sharply in his protruding belly, but the action goes all but unfelt beneath his tough hide.

He jumps to full his height then to shout at her, jabbing his prosthetic firmly into the soft ground as though to plant a flag for his dampened pride.

"OI! THE FOK WAS THAT FOR!?"

Fuck-his voice had cracked, and the tiny climatologist had already made half her way over to Mercy, out of his reach. She pauses mid-step, tilting her round face over her shoulder. A strand of ebony hair tumbles across her cheek, and while her mouth was obstructed by her fluffy faux fur-lined hood, he could see an impish smile lift her eyes and make them sparkle.

"You know full well what that was for, Junkrat. Don't play dumb!"

She giggles then, a bubbling little hiccup.

"Or maybe you're not playing at all?"

He draws in a snarling breath to swear his revenge, but it hitches into a gasp when he's suddenly fumbling to catch a half-solid water bottle that she's sent careening toward his face.

"There. For Roadhog, too. At least he's quiet!"

A/N: Wowowow, its been forever since i've written fanfic ;^;! I just saw that the meihem tag here brought up nothing and had to fix it!

I like the idea of Mei being a bit of a little firecracker, since so many of her taunts are so sassy.

More to come~~!