[center][h1][color=a36209]Ansgar Staudinger[/color][/h1]

Location: Overwatch Headquarters - Forks; Washington
Interactions: Dr. Zeigler ([@Vicier]), Lucas Morrison and Fareeha Amari ([@Caits]), Erika Striker ([@Kaithas]), Winston ([@Lmpkio]), Asbjorn Hagen ([@December]), Văn Nguyệt ([@Pirouette]), Ajax Amari ([@Ajax Amari]), Genji ([@Jacobite])[/center]

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	Ansgar watched the steady trickle of people coming in, not really thinking too much on the lot of them, nor did he greet them. The German was not the most sociable person in the world, not to say there weren't those that he approved of, rather, he just wasn't a chatty person beyond societal niceties. There were those he talked with when the opportunity presented itself, Dr. Zeigler being one of them, as she also spoke his native tongue, and one he was far more comfortable with, coupled with the fact she tended to disaprove of some of his habits. Which she was so quick to point out by not only blocking his coffee, but offering an apple to him instead and was making it very clear that, until he took it, she would not be getting off his case. Talk about the team mom, he smirked at the thought, knowing full well how amusing the thought wouldn't be if he had gone and spoken it. But, thanks to the respect he had for her, he kept his mouth shut for once, instead rolling his eyes and taking the apple, responding to her initially in German, though he answered anything she spoke in English using, well, English. [color=a36209]"Lange Nacht, Doktor, meine Teile wieder fixieren. Und deine Nacht? Ich arbeite nicht zu hart?"[/color]

	[color=a36209]"You worry too much Doctor, between the vitamins and the cybernetics, I don't [i]actually[/i] have to eat that much. I eat well during the main meal anyways. Besides, not a fan of apples, personally. Apple skin tends to get in my teeth, its rather troublesome, really."[/color] Was that the truth? Hell of Ansgar knew, he just wasn't that hungry outside of the one meal a day he actually ate properly at. Yet the good Doctor would always nag him about it, and he would usually take the apple or given item she was pushing to get her to stop nagging long enough to make said item vanish. He knew enough about his inner workings to repair them and keep them, well, working. The fine details and deep science of it? Well above his paygrade. He was quiet while she went about calling others out and giving out orders, the mention of refilling his vitamins and, alongside physicals which he knew he was do for, got a quiet sigh from him. He wasn't a fan of showing off the amount of work that went into keeping him alive, and being hooked up to the power the base used was never pleasant. The internal convertor never agreed with the base voltage, but it worked. Just wasn't fun.

	[color=a36209]"Well Doctor, do you want to see the physicals before, or after training? I'm sure the human Harrier over there has a grand old training plan for the ones staying behind today. And I'll have to see you for the prescription refill, regardless, so I'll try to not swing by when your too busy."[/color] Ansgar shot a look at Fareeha that would at least indicate that he was just poking fun. She was a strong soldier, even if she had that odd obsession with flying around, raining justice from above, all that nonsense. Really, a good bullet to the head or well placed rocket was far more efficient than that missile barrage she seemed to favor when backed against a wall. Then again, it was a damn sight more intimidating to see a wall of rockets coming from above, than just one. So he could argue it both ways, really. Being called tin man was nothing new, he was used to it on quite a few times from different people, so having it as a nickname again was really fine by him. Originally, because of his armor. Now, though? Being as much metal as he was man made the tine man moniker rather fitting really.

	Having failed to find an opportunity to ditch the apple, he begrudgingly took a bite, after chewing a bit and washing it down with a swig of coffee, sighed and picked at his teeth briefly, dislodging some of the apple's skin that had gotten stuck in his teeth. This. This was why he didn't like apples, or anything with some sort of skin. Sighing to himself, he would either have to be more careful about the apple and its infernal ability to get in between his teeth, or stall long enough to pitch it and go about his business. He would have done the dishes, but Winston jumped in first. Rather funny, really, seeing a massive gorilla doing the dishes. Some might see the fact that one of the most famous members of Overwatch willing to do the dishes was humbling and inspiring. Ansgar? He thought it was funny to watch such an oversized figure working so carefully. He wasn't the best with dishes, the cybernetic arms tended to not give him feedback on how much pressure he was applying. Early on, he used to break things accidentally left and right, but now he had a better handle on it. Even so, delicate tasks were not the best for him. Outside of personal repairs of course.

	The arrival of a certain ninja fellow caught an offhand glance from Ansgar. Anti social, or at least presented the appearance of not liking to socialize, and employed some rather strange techniques. He, personally, never understood throwing pointy bits of metal at people, or carrying a sword around anymore. The sword he didn't think too much about, after all, the Crusaders used rocket powered hammers, for Gods sake, so he wouldn't begrudge the fellow his toy. The pointy metal bits though, that was definitely odd. Why not take a suppressed weapon, if he was that concerned about being quiet? Certainly far less of a tell that someone of a very specific group had arrived, really. Then again, he wasn't sent on quiet missions typically, not anymore. [color=a36209]"Well, if it isn't the glorious ninja, decided to join us! Und ich dachte ich war niemand um mit Leuten zu sprechen..."[/color] Whether the ninja understood the German or not was, well, not a concern really. He had made his point clear before that, typically, Ansgar did not even begin to try and understand the details of how Genji operated, but he also didn't try to make him change. If he got the job done, great, that was all that mattered to the German sergeant.