[centre][b][h1][color=lightblue]Phoebe[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

Location: Overwatch Headquarters - Forks; Washington Interactions: Dr. Zeigler ([@Vicier]), Fareeha Amari, Erika Striker ([@Kaithas]), Winston ([@Lmpkio]), Asbjorn Hagen ([@December]), Văn Nguyệt ([@Pirouette]), Ajax Amari ([@Ajax Amari]), Genji ([@Jacobite]), Ansgar {[@Eisenhorn]}
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Phoebe watched everyone in the room, trying to stay out of everyone's way, she watched as the muddy Ajax and Reese's came in, greeting Farehea and everyone else. Silent, Phoebe prefered to watch, although at times it did worry her at times the way she could so easily be overlooked. Was she that much of a wall flower? thinking on that for a time, Phoebe glanced down at her hands, troubled by it. She wasn’t one, really, to step  out on a limb and be noticed, but still, it might be nice to be...seen. She sighed softly to herself, She looked up as Angela started to speak to her, the doctor changing mid sentence to address Ajax, and Phoebe sighed once more, looking over to Orana, seeing that the wolf-pup was happily munching away, chasing the bowl across the room, under, it seemed, the watchful gaze of the wolf-dog Remus. She smiled at that, glad the older dog was keeping an eye on the wolf-pup, deciding that the wolfdog was well suited to the task, he had that sort of easy temperament, a testament to how Lucas had raised him. 

[color=lightblue]”I...yes. I found the wolf-pup hurt...and had to take her in...I want to try and release her when she’s healed, and old enough, if I can’t find her mother’[/color] she said softly, leaning down to pick up the wolf-pup when Orana trotted in after Remus, smiling, and gently examining the injured leg to make sure she hadn’t popped any stitches or made anything worse, yet Orana seemed to know not to strain the leg, [color=lightblue]”Smart puppy”[/color] she said softly to her, putting Orana back down gently, to accept the plate from Angela, nevertheless watching Orana, to make sure the wolf-pup would be alright. 

She went ot speak up, to say that she would do the dishes and cleaning up, when Winston beat her to it. Hesitating, Phoebe looked over to him, [color=lightblue]”Really, I’m more then happy to do it, Winston Sir, I only have Orana as a charge today, everyone else is healthy, and she seems to be quite energetic, so I’m not really concerned about her injury...or I can help”[/color] She said, wanting to be useful, but not wanting to overstep her bounds or insult Winston. Yet it seemed like Winston was on the ball, and she stepped back, sighing softly to herself, returning to her breakfast once more.