Angela waited anxiously for a response from anyone, listening closely. She gasped and turned her head to the cockpit when she heard a very familiar voice. Fareeha was stubborn as always, not accepting help from outside. Sure, she was an incredible rocket trooper with responsibility for the safety of those around her, but even Angela knew when to accept assistance. The Swiss woman stood up and went to the radio. "Stay on that frequency, Lieutenant. That's Pharah on the other end. If she can hear me she'll listen."

Angela took the mic. [i]"Fareeha, this is Doctor Ziegler. Listen to me, I am here to help save lives, not sit back and wait for the wounded to come to me. Tell me your location, and I will come to you with my squad. If nothing else, we can help hold your defenses, and save the injured. I will not retreat. I came all this way from the safe haven of my home to help here in Cairo."[/i]

Florian seemed visibly surprised by the stern tone that the doctor spoke with. If Fareeha was going to be stubborn, then two could play at that game. Angela wasn't going to go hide and wait for the omnics. She was here to do her duty and save lives where it mattered most. There was no doubt that the ESF was desperate and weakening. Any help they could get should have easily been accepted, but Fareeha was proud, and would never admit to weakness. She was like her mother, in that sense. Ana was the type to never admit her own pain, or back down from even the heaviest odds stacked against her.

Angela could remember Fareeha as a child, so protected and so cared for. It was a precious time, something not to be taken for granted. Overwatch had just been a budding flower at the time, Angela still quite young in her twenties. All these years she'd dedicated her life to the the healing of others, the tending of their wounds before hers. Some would call her magic, but she had simply developed very effective nanotechnology for the purpose of mending wounds. She had been around the young Fareeha quite often, and watched her grow and grow... and grow. She certainly had been exceedingly tall, and even now she towered over most women, and even some men. Reinhardt sometimes joked that Fareeha would eventually be as tall as him, but that was a stretch. Angela had watched Fareeha grow into a strong and highly independent individual, and when the Egyptian girl left to return to her home... Ziegler could barely admit to herself how much she missed the presence of the other.

Angela shook her head to clear her mind from her drifting thoughts. She would save reminiscing in memories for later, when the situation wasn't so dire.