Lena shifts her weight to her other hip, shoulders relaxing a little the longer Kid Quantum talks. Its more familiar, to hear someone talk about greater law jurisdiction in comparison to peacekeeping ops -- like a language she knew, but never got to use. She doesn't bother telling the other woman that she doesn't need or want her back watched, that she'd been working on her own for longer than she would have liked, because she's not wrong -- it's better to keep your enemies close.

She doesn't like it. Really, there's no winning solution if nobody is willing to lock them down -- she doesn't miss the notation about Reaper, and that's what causes her to finally unfold her arms. He wasn't to be dismissed -- if anything, he was more dangerous than Widowmaker, as he was seemingly invincible.

"Her target was a pacifist -- one of the few standin' between another war on Earth. So you can understand why I didn't call, when everyone else's more interested in arguin' intent on it, and givin' 'er the benefit of the doubt," Tracer offers, exhaling through her nose. But the idea that the person in charge at least seems to have her head screwed on straight encourages her to back down.

"Anyway...message received."