[As it turns out, New Amsterdam does not bring happy memories for Lena. She'd already gotten in at least one argument over AI rights -- loud enough that people were looking at her strangely and avoiding her on the street. It was no different from her life in King's Row, really -- the sentiment was the same. The politics were the same.

Well, mostly the same. At least there had been SOME sympathizers in King's Row. Here, it feels like there aren't any.

Lena is chewing her lip, sitting on a bench by herself while running through a jumble of thoughts in her own head. She had pulled out of the offered simulation before its completion, which no doubt owed to the sort of pale look on her face.

It is immediately wiped clean when someone approaches her. She has a heavy cockney when she speaks.]

Some holiday, yeah?

Oi!

[Lena is a small woman -- thin, whispy, with more leg than a person likely knows what to do with. By all appearances, she is a runner -- certainly not a fighter. But an argument with someone on the outside of the ring has a few people lifting her and tossing her inside. She hits the ground hard, and it takes her a second to blink and stand to face her (a) opponent. Judging by the startled expression on her face and the way she looks for an exit, this had not been her end game.

But when it becomes apparent that she cannot slip away easily, she squares herself off into a fighting stance and raises her fists. She's not about to surrender or back down, even if her opponent happens to be larger than her.

(b) When it's all over, Lena will be retreating to a corner to rehydrate herself, looking unhappy regardless of whether she had won or lost. She hadn't come to participate, she had come for information. And maybe to talk some people out of senseless punching of each other, neither of which she had much success with.]

[At first, Lena is not bothered by the presence of the UNA. Overwatch was, in its own way, a branch of military. She understands the necessities that come with being at war.

But the longer it goes on, the more uncomfortable she becomes. She can be caught spying on what they are doing from a distance, posture suggesting that she's about to do something really stupid. You can either (a) help her do something stupid or (b) stop her.]

[Open to anything! Private message this account or pp me at stabs if you want to work out something specific, or hit me with whatever's on your brain! I am flexible.]