Despite his smoke bomb and teleportation, Widowmaker turned her head to look right at the heat signature emanating through the cover that marked his presence. Then she raised her visor and picked up the spent venom mine.

"If this were live and not training, you would not be speaking to me right now. Do not try to school me on things I have been doing for more than half your life," she said with that same gruffer tone. "What possessed you to walk out into the middle of my training field without any warning? This is a closed session."

At least, it was supposed to have been closed.