Brigitte and DVa decided to change first before doing anything else.

Mercy handed them each a pair of undergarments and new clothes. Brigitte was given the same style and color of overalls, an ALREADY-PLANNING-ON-WHAT-I'M-GOING-TO-EAT-AFTER-THIS black tank top, and tall engineer boots, or laceless leather boots with hardened soles and toes. DVa was given another MEKA suit (Mercy said Jeong wanted her in it before she went into the public eye).

They were given the loading bay to change, the small rectangular space with one wall just nothing but various servers for the ship at its back. They stood out of view from the archway leading up to the area and as far away as possible from the small drawbridge with a tiny window that made one of the adjacent walls. The scent of coffee changed to hot metal as the crew's chattering from the ship's front was drowned from the humming batteries.

Brigitte wrestled with the idea of explaining her omnic biasm to DVa as she finished pulling her overalls up and began working on the strap. She could've strapped it with ease, put purposely fumbled it to by herself time to think. Come on, Brig! She thought to herself. Say something!

Before she decided to say something, however stupid it'd be, DVa lightly asked, "Brigitte?"

She turned to see DVa pulling her hair over her shoulder, revealing her back with an open zipper. Most of her back was red like someone spilled hot water on it in the shape of a puddle, but it looked completely healthy. "Can you get the zipper for me, please?"

"Uh, yeah." Brigitte strapped her overall up before stepping behind DVa. She thought she could feel DVa's heat from her back onto her finger as she grabbed the small piece of metal, but maybe it was the space they were in. She zipped it up quickly without particularly meaning to. DVa shoved her hair onto her back as Brigitte to a step back. "Thanks. And about earlier…"

Brigitte mentally held her breath as DVa turned around. "I can't say I understand how everyone thinks, but I'm open to a lot of things. If you ever need to talk about anything, I'll listen. Just how you did for me. Ok?"

The time DVa shared her PTSD with Brigitte flashed in her head. Brigitte wasn't too sure DVa understood since having PTSD wasn't something to be ashamed about. But Brigitte reluctantly nodded. "Ok."

DVa smiled warmly. "Then let's check out the new map. Going to different places is so exciting!"

"Uh, map?" Brigitte asked.

"Uh, place. A 'map' in videogames is a place."

After they both fully dressed, they walked to the bridge of the ship where the others were. The walls, above the main cockpit and along the auxiliary cockpit, consisted over several black monitors displaying the ship's status in orange charts and diagrams. Even the front windshield displayed several maps and a GPS tracking the ship. The Overwatch logo was sprayed on the ground before the stairs leading to the main cockpit. Two drawbridges as big as the back ones split the auxilitary monitors from those around the chairs in the corner, which Genji and Reinhardt occupied (well, Reinhardt stood at the controls since he was too big for the chair), and monitors beneath the main cockpit and its stairs, where Winston and Zynx were.

Brigitte found herself in awe as she took it all in. Mercy and Tracer were in the main cockpit as DVa and Brigitte went up the steps. Mercy, after noticing their approach, gestured out the windshield. "Take a look. For a desert locale, they're quite developed."

Mercy wasn't lying when she said that. Brigitte had been thinking of the environment with a lot of reddened soil, cacti, and such—she had seen pictures of the Grand Canyon before, so she thought it would be similar throughout. But where there weren't any buildings, there was a surprisingly lot amount of green grass. Many of the buildings, houses and stores alike, were two stories tall with metal exterior so pristine, the city seemed to glow. It was hard to tell from how high up they were at the moment, but it seemed that were there wasn't a window, there was some sort of solar panel along the surfaces.

As the shuttle began to descend, Brigitte spotted the air force base before them. In the middle of the city, two runways parallel to each other stretched out a little over three kilometers. Around the northeast ends of them, roads sprouted out from them, forming something of a diamond-sign shape overall. Along the edge of those roads away from the runways were numerous square buildings clumped around each other like stones of a rock garden.

As the ship continued to descend, a voice came from a radio built into Tracer's control panel. "IFF confirmed. Contact is Orca, MV-261, over."

"Roger that," said another voice. "What's the word, 261?"

"MEKAmechanic on board!" Tracer replied. "Request priority clearance, over?"

"Deck's yours, come on down." The radio seemed to fumble before saying, "Private, tell the Commander 'the singer is back on tour.'"

As the connection cut off for good, Brigitte looked to Tracer. "MEKAmechanic?"

"'MEKA' for DVa and 'mechanic' for you," she explained. "We normally would've called you each by name, but with Sombra running around, we went all out code."

Brigitte waited for the ship to fly towards where the other ships were towards the very south, but it just kept descending between the runways. "Uh, the decks are over there," Brigitte pointed out.

Mercy nodded. "Unfortunately, Overwatch is still not welcomed in the public eye. Therefore, we're being given a special deck. One…out of the public eye."

The ship continued to descend until it was a dozen feet above the ground. The sound of electronic machinery pulling metal rung from beneath them for a few seconds, and then the ship descended beneath the ground.

The orange glow from the monitors was the only source of light for a few seconds before they entered an underground deck, similar to where Brigitte and DVa picked up the Humvee out in the range. Heavy lightbulbs from the ceiling crossed with pipes and wires glared down onto a few crisscrossing soldiers in woodland cameo below. As the ship gently touched ground, Athena spoked from all around, "We have arrived at our designated destination, Overwatch members. Shall I monitor the ship?"

"Please," Mercy said as she and everyone and the other three at the cockpits stood up. "We'll be back soon. Hopefully, the council with General Harold will be brief."

"Very well." Athena responded.

The right drawbridge in the bridge of the ship depressurized and opened, slowly extending a walkway towards the ground outside. Heat as hot as the loading bay rippled from outside.

Brigitte was about to follow Mercy and Tracer down the stairs until she heard DVa taking deep breaths. She was making hand gestures one would make when calming their nerves. "DVa, you good?" Brigitte asked.

DVa nodded vigorously. "Yeah. I have to pay more attention to detail when out in public."

Before Brigitte could ask what that meant, DVa opened her eyes. Her face was calm and firm like a forced, serious expression. Then she added a smirk to it as if she was beyond confident. "Public face: on." And without another word, she strode lively down the stairs past Brigitte. Brigitte and DVa were the last to exit the ship.

The few soldiers around were already starring at them all as they stepped off the drawbridge. The space of the deck was big enough for the ship, but not two of them in any direction. The fresh paint from the H21 on the ground and the copper-coated railings along the perimeter of the deck told Brigitte this square space wasn't older than a year. Cargo was piled together, being pushed around on dolleys through double doors north of them. And from those doors walked a familiar Asian man with a buzzcut, a wrestler body frame, chubby cheeks, and a babyish face. His green uniform consisted of a few badges and a commander logo pinned onto his left shoulder. Commander Jeong.

He approached the Overwatch members as they all walked towards him. When they met, he saluted them as everyone saluted back. Brigitte, feeling awkward being the only one not to do so besides Zynx, saluted back. She had no experience with military formalities and etiquette. Reinhardt never bothered to show her since, in his words, Bah! You're an adventurer! You don't need to! He was probably right, even in this situation, but she'd rather not stick out.

"I hope everything went smoothly," Jeong expressed as everyone stopped saluting, Brigitte a beat behind.

"Just barely," Mercy said.

"You've cured her injuries?"

"For the most part, yes. I'd recommend light activity for the next couple of days, but she'll be in top condition thereafter."

"I see." Jeong between both Brigitte and DVa from behind the other members. Mercy turned to face everyone. "Meet back here within the next three hours."

An assortment of confirmation let out from them all before they began to split. Tracer and Winston rushed to the double doors up ahead as Genji and Zynx followed behind at a tranquilized pace. Reinhardt gave Brigitte a hard slap on the back, propelling her forward a step. "And here we are! Almost home! Come, the RV is in dock G3. I also bought your favorite beer!"

Brigitte would've been lying if she said that didn't make her run to take off in a dead sprint to find it. But she looked to DVa, who was currently shaking Jeong's hand. "It's good to see you, DVa." He said.

"Likewise, sir." She let go of his hand.

He nodded. "Let's bring you up to speed. I'll give you a brief tour in the process before regrouping you with the rest of your squad."

He began talking, but before he could even finish his sentence, Brigitte called out, "Wait."

Mercy, Rein, Jeong, and DVa all turned towards her. Brigitte cursed herself as she mentally slapped her brain. She wanted to speak, but the four sets of eyes on her wasn't helping. Without knowing what else to do, she looked towards DVa. Brigitte imagined she had something of a pleading look.

Fortunately, DVa got the message. "Sir, permission to speak freely?" DVa asked.

"Granted," Jeong said.

"Brigitte and I were hoping to stay together. Would you mind her coming along?"

He looked at Brigitte with a poker face. She couldn't pick up any clues on where his thoughts were at all. He looked towards me. "Would you allow it?"

Mercy held up her hands with a chuckle. "She's not Overwatch-affiliated. Although her father is, she's something of a freelance engineer."

Jeong turned his gaze back to Brigtte, then to DVa, then to Brigitte. Then he nodded. "Very well. Would you like to accompany us, Brigitte Lindholm?"

Brigitte jitterly nodded her head. "Yes, sir."

Reinhardt laughed. "Then I'll meet you at the RV if you decide to come around while I'm there. Oh, and before I forget, the satellite's broken. And before you ask, that was not my fault! It's a story for when we talk."

Mercy giggled before eyeing Brigitte and mouthing, It was his fault. "Well, I have a meeting to attend to. Farewell for now, Brigitte. And remember that if you're head starts hurting, find me immediately. Ask around; the people here know who I am. Understand?"

Brigitte let out a relieved sigh. "Yes, Angela."

She nodded. Then she gestured for Reinhardt to follow her. "Now, tell me the rest of your story about the exploding pen."

"Huh? Oh, yes! Where was I?" Reinhardt trailed off alongside Mercy as the two of them headed towards the double doors. Brigitte watched them go until she noticed DVa smiling at her from the corner of her eye. She turned, but DVa looked straight ahead at Jeong.

Jeong analyzed the two before turning around. "Let's begin, shall we?"