Hanzo Shimada [ 4 ]

Hanzo was at one of Overwatch's kitchen, sat by a stool at the corner of the room. He poured himself another cup of Sake, his stoicism already seeming broken by the alcohol. It was already late in the morning, though he found himself still awake – sleep being a difficulty to him, specially when his mind was so full all of the time.
He raised his head a little once he heard someone entering the kitchen, his eyes narrowing before looking at the door. The sight of your figure within the kitchen made him a bit tense, mostly nervous, because he wasn't one to socialize that much. Specially with the newest recruiters.
Before he could stop himself, Hanzo had already begun to speak to you almost automatically due to the alcohol in his system; "Heello..? What are you doing up?.." He asked, his tone of voice being slurry due to the alcohol, yet, too, hoarse, due to his crying moments ago. He shifted on the stool slightly, trying to get a more comfortable position that masked his nervousness.