Mei only has a moment to register that he's taking off his mask before the deed is done and she's staring into the worn, scarred face of Strike Commander Morrison. Which -- like so many other things -- should be impossible. But that's the funny thing: nothing seems quite so impossible anymore. The fact that they're here on another planet outside their own solar system is proof of that.

But all right, so the impossible is possible and he's alive. Is it really so surprising when she takes into account that he was one of the American super soldiers? Winston had told her all he knew about the explosion at Swiss headquarters, but she had taken his word for it and hadn't considered that a man like Jack Morrison could actually survive such a blast. With a few scars, it seems.

She's almost nervous now, staring up into the face of Overwatch. They were never close, but she worked under him and was proud of the work Overwatch was doing with him in command. She always believed no task would be too dangerous for her as long as she had a soldier like him watching her back.

The nerves have her tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear and blushing. It's silly; she knows that. Overwatch is gone and he's been gone and she's been gone while in cryo and-- it's just silly, isn't it? To look at the Commander and feel like she has to do something impressive or hand him a report with her findings. These aren't the old days anymore.

"Commander?" she says tentatively, a shy smile coming to her face. "It's very good to see you. I'm glad you're alive."