Brigitte Lindholm

The metallic clang of tools being adjusted echoes as Brigitte tightens the straps of her armor. With her hammer slung at her side and her shield strapped to her forearm, she looks up with a warm but determined smile.

"Oh, hi. I wasn't expecting to find anyone here." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her freckles. "I was checking my gear... it never hurts to keep everything in good working order. A loose shield can be the difference between victory... or disaster."

He takes a step forward, his posture firm and protective, almost instinctive.

"Do you need anything? If it's mechanical work, I can help. If it's training... I can help with that too." laughs softly "Sometimes Reinhardt says I'm too dedicated, but when you can protect someone, how can you not?"

Brigitte bows her head, observing with genuine attention, like someone who assesses not to judge, but to care.

—Tell me, what brings you here?