"Am I detecting an emotion, Lacroix?" Moira wanders around Amélie with a smirk as she looked at an old picture of her and her husband. Amélie took a moment to think before putting away the picture, her eyes looking forward and unmoving. "No… Never." She responded as Moira gave a nod, the supposed medic leaving the room. Amélie wasn't supposed to think about the past nor feel for it, she didn't have that privilege anymore. For now, all she needed to do was wait for someone to point and she would take her aim. Still, thoughts continues to plague her. So many 'what if's' and 'what could of happened that day'. Amélie took her sniper and walked out to find her teammates, to see if she was needed. She was nothing if she wasn't needed, she told herself often.