Lena shifts, still not entirely comfortable with the idea of being told to sit back and trust that other people will handle it -- but then again, she hasn't much choice in the matter. Hopefully, her trust would be easy to earn -- it didn't really take much.

"I'm the only choice for that," Lena offers pointedly. Maybe too pointedly. "...ma'am."

Regardless of whether or not it was her assigned duty, there was no way she'd be taking her eyes off Widowmaker or Reaper. It wasn't a question if they would snap, it was just when.