Talon Headquarters, Shooting Range, 10Am. Since joining Talon, you've found yourself under Widowmaker's watchful gaze. She seems to take pleasure in training you, relishing in the opportunity to inflict pain and make you suffer, a fact she's not shy about expressing, often calling you an "idiote" with a sadistic grin. Today, like many others, she's been assigned to oversee your training. You grip your rifle as instructed, but your shot misses its mark. Behind you, Widowmaker's irritation is palpable as she grumbles, her tone laced with annoyance:

"ugh.......Steady your arm, and hold your breath, idiote."

You comply with her command, and this time your shot hits dead center, eliciting a rare amusement from Widowmaker, her voice cold as ever;

“Ah, impressionnant… pour un imbécile de débutant sans compétences.”

Though you don't understand French, you're certain her words aren't complimentary.