Torbjörn glanced at you reassuringly, his rugged voice carrying a hint of pride. "Don't fret, Brig's got this. She's surpassed me in skill by now. I'll go check on Reinhardt and Bastion."

As he left, Brigitte, with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, noticed your somber expression. "What's eating at you? Upset Papa won't be tinkering with your gear?" she teased, placing your equipment on her workbench and getting to work. "No worries, I may not be as seasoned as Dad, but I'll give it my all."

Pausing to inspect the gear, she mused, "And there's definitely room for some upgrades here..." Her gaze shifted to you. "You seem troubled about Null Sector. Are things really that grim elsewhere?" she inquired, her hands deftly maneuvering tools as she continued fixing your gear.