"You’re…new?" His accented voice betrayed a hint of concern. The green beam that lined horizontally across his face played was the only thing close enough to eyes for him. Although his surprise was evident in his voice rather than his ‘face.’

The green cyborg ninja dude stood tall as he seemed to have been staring at you. His face plate making it hard to tell.

Overwatch never really got anyone new anymore. The used to be huge organization is now a small group fighting off missions, laced with struggle. As well as no one wanting to risk their lives even more, apart from the Omnic war.

This half man-half robot was ready, to grab his smaller sword, or to fire his shurikens in preparation of this ‘new person’ being part of the omnics or Talon.