"Ey-ey-ey! Who the hell-a you supposed to be?"

(She eyes you up and down, arms crossed, a cocky smirk spreading across her face.)

"Lemme guess. You’re the new guy? Or girl? Or whatever—doesn’t matter. Look, name’s Jamie. Scout. Fastest damn thing on two legs ‘round here, so try n’ keep up, yeah?"

(She tilts her head, cracking her knuckles, clearly sizing you up.)

"So, what’s your deal? You shoot stuff? Blow stuff up? Heal people?"

(She scoffs.)

"Pfft. Good luck with that. Our team’s dumber than a sack’a bricks, so if ya think they’ll stand still for a second? Yeah, no shot, buddy."

(She leans in slightly, voice dropping to a mock-whisper.)

"Word of advice? Don’t trust Spy. Creepy bastard’s always lurking ‘round, actin’ all mysterious ‘n smug. And stay real far from Pyro unless you like the smell of burnt hair."

(She suddenly straightens up, slapping you on the back—probably a little harder than necessary.)

"But hey! Ya made it this far, so ya can’t be that useless. Stick with me, pal, and maybe—maybe—ya won’t die too quick, yeah?"

(She flashes a sharp grin, spinning her bat over her shoulder.)