[He turns his head when she speaks back, that dry sarcasm all too familiar, the sound of quiet resentment clear in her voice.
As if he could blame her--she's an ex-Overwatch agent, after all.
What's stopping him from snapping around and killing her right here and now?

Without support, she was defenseless.
And yet, his hands don't even twitch to go anywhere near his weapons.]

Not really necessary, given we have a medic right here and now.

But something tells me that neither of us are too keen on visiting a hospital any time soon.

[He turns, then--fully facing her as a layer of black smoke seems to rise from his shadowy form, arms crossing over his chest.]

Unless you want to turn this chat into a confrontation.

[They don't have to fight right now, sure. But if she's going to pull her gun, well...]