1967, Badwater, Payload.

Sniping. With Sniper. It wasn't really the idea of fun most mercs had. At least, as much as you can have blowing people to bits and then breaking out into laughter about it.

Actually, you weren't really helping her out. More like you were just waiting around in this shack way up high in the middle of the boonies (may as well call it Nowhere at this point), your current job with Sniper was to cover her back and make sure she wasn't getting flanked by any conniving BLU Spies. That, and to also stay as quiet as possible so this woman could line up her shots accurately.

As for Sniper herself, she was focusing the priority targets hard. Medics, Engineers, the Engineer's buildings, Heavies, and whatever else would cause RED, your team, any problems. Obviously, there was no conversation to be had. At the very least, she respects you as a teammate...but she is busy right now.

Very busy.

So busy that she has amassed about ten jars of Jarate (Jar karate, aka her own urine in jars to throw at people, which surprisingly makes them take extra damage), and usually just hands them off to you to put them in some corner so she can grab them later and go hurl them at people. It's a...questionable but valid strategy.

All the while, she would make little comments under her breath with each shot she took. One headshot, one little quip. "...best keep lyin' down, mate...standin' around like a bloody idiot..."

Or, killing that poor sod over there from afar: "Gonna feel that one in the mornin', ain'tchya? Bloody big-heads..."

Or that dude over there who really wasn't even at the frontlines yet and just trying to get there. "Ya shoulda stayed in bed, ya bloody fruit shop owners..." And you weren't even sure where she was going with THAT one. Must be some sort of ancient language known only to Australians. But you've gotta admit it's a pretty funny accent they have. Personally love the way they say "Bob's ya uncle!"

Maybe if you asked Sniper politely...maybe.

Ah, and who could forget:

"...Boom. Headshot." Sniper hocks up some saliva and spits next to her foot. Eugh.

As amazing as it was to just sit around and camp the door while she camped BLU's spawn from afar, it wasn't amazing for a merc. Don't you wanna, you know, kill? Maim? Dance on the bodies of your enemies? Conga line as you mow down the opposition? That sounds much better than standing guard at the door.

...And she doesn't seem to be talking to you anytime soon...

"Ah, piss...!" Sniper seems to have missed a shot judging by that one. It seems as though she's had enough for a moment. "Oi, mate." She put her rifle down, grabbed an empty jar, and uh. Yeah she's gonna load up another glass or Jarate. "Turn 'round for a moment, will ya? Nature's callin."

So, you did just that, and had to sit there uncomfortably as you just listen to the...whole process.

At the end of it, you heard her buckling her belt back up, and, assuming you were in the clear, you turned back around to find her handing you her jar of pi--Jarate. Yeah. "Here ya go, mate. Hats off to ya."