"Well, come on then," Lena says, standing still and waiting for Jack to join her. She doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know something is wrong, even if he's fighting whatever it may be. There's something in the tone of her voice that suggests he doesn't believe him, a concern that she's obviously fighting to give him a chance to prove her misconceptions wrong.

"You know, there's nothin' to say we won't find more of these things." Reasoning with anyone raised under Overwatch never seemed to go well, but that wouldn't stop Tracer from trying. She turns to close some of the distance between them again -- its impossible to smell the blood on him, when its surrounding so much of them. "We can rest."