That got an amused little smile. "You aren't worried about me now, chérie? Don't be. With Tracer gone, there is no way he will know, unless those who know better than to tell do so. Or one of those Legionnaire Legacies is done about me." Which would be extremely bad.

Before Amélie could voice the reality of what a Legacy on her would cause, the sniper needed to move her arm. She could endure if she had to, like she did on missions that had her contorted into very uncomfortable positions, but this wasn't like that. She didn't have to endure; she had a choice.

Shifting with a hum, pulling her arm free from between them, Amélie shook her hand a little before looking down at Marjara. Tentatively, she laid her arm down along the cushions of the couch that served as their backrest.

"...is this alright?"