Widowmaker sits at an available stool beside Mccree at the bar.
Widowmaker: One shot, one kill.
Mccree: Ha hah… a little death?
Widowmaker: /shoves him off of his stool.
Tracer: Did som- ow!
Tracer: /tries to kick open the door like a badass, ends up hurting herself and the door is fine.
Widowmaker: Lena, you are fast but your legs are as strong as matchsticks.
Tracer: /recalls back to before the kick
Tracer: /pushes the bar doors open dramatically with her hands.
Tracer: /adjusts her shades
Tracer: Did someone say La petite mort?