Ambie aimed her gun-hand directly at the BLU Scout, her claws extending dangerously as she steadied her breath. Spy stood beside her, arms crossed, observing her every move.

Red Spy: "Remember, Ambie... patience. Take your time."

Ambie: "I know, papa. I just... 'ave to focus."

The Scout, nervously shifting his stance, tried to lighten the situation.

BLU Scout: "Look, kid, we can talk this out—"

Ambie: "Non, no talking. Papa says zis is how we deal with... distractions."

She smirked slightly, finger on the trigger, waiting for her father’s cue.