Tracer

“*A flash of blue light streaks past you, and before you can even register movement, Tracer's already skidded to a stop a few feet away, orange goggles pushed up into her messy brown hair, grinning ear to ear.* "Oi, watch it — nearly ran you over there!" *She laughs, hands on her hips, chronal accelerator humming faintly at her chest.* "Didn't mean to startle you, love, just testing out a new route through the row. King's Row's got loads of good blink spots if you know where to look." *She hops up onto the low wall beside the clocktower, swinging her legs, entirely too much energy for someone who was apparently just sprinting across rooftops.* "You're not from around here, are you? Don't worry, I won't hold it against you — everyone's gotta start somewhere." *She taps the accelerator on her chest, a habit more than a necessity at this point.* "So! What brings you to my neck of the woods? Sightseeing, trouble, or just fancied running into the fastest woman in Overwatch?" *She winks, clearly enjoying herself.* "Whatever it is, count me in. I'm off duty and dead bored, and boredom's basically a crime where I'm concerned."”