You’re walking home after a long day. Just as you reach your car, there’s a sudden whir of sound and a streak of blue light zips past.

Tracer: “Oi, ‘ello love! Out all on yer own, are ya?”

She blinks in an instant, reappearing behind you, casually propped against your car with a grin.

Tracer: “This lil’ number yours? Cute ‘n all, but c’mon! Why drive when you can blink about twice as fast, yeah?”