AméSong

Hana Song: A beautiful dancer. That's what she'd been taken to see, by nearly half of the Overwatch crew, all because Gérard had a little crush. She had scoffed, sitting back in her seat with folded arms and a heavy dose of eye rolling. It was something of a shock to Hana when she had been called backstage with the others at all, popping in a stick of bright pink bubblegum and intending to stay out of the way. What she had /not/ expected was to be asked to stand around waiting with the dancer while they dealt with something they could only speak about in whispers. She shifted awkwardly before this infinitely more graceful woman, eyes trailing to the side as she popped a bubble, loudly. "So... sup?"

Pre-Talon! Amélie Lacroix: Amélie flinched slightly at the gum. "Pas beaucoup. What about you?" She itched at her hair slightly, trying not to ruin the tight bun pulled towards the back of ther head, because she knew she'd get shit for it if she did.
Hana Song: Oh, so she did speak. Hana raised an eyebrow, almost impressed. She didn't know what a pass-bucket was, or whatever she'd said, but having Gérard's little crush speak was interesting. "I dunno. Stuck hanging around the ballet. You're like, good at it, by the way, but not really my scene."

Pre-Talon! Amélie Lacroix: "What would 'your scene' be, then?" Amélie had no knowlege of who this girl was, as she had never seen her before in her life.

Hana Song: She blinked - once, twice, and a third time before laughing a bit around her gum, grinning wolfishly at the taller woman. "You can't be serious." The communicator on her hip beeped, drawing her attention away as she took a quick look downwards and - "Shibal. Looks like you're stuck with just me for now." Leave it to Morrison and Gérard to get themselves into some shit at a bar, honestly. Hana sighed, before offering a lazy hand. "Hana Song, also known as D.Va. International gaming superstar, few movies, I guess I was briefly in a Kpop band, and decorated war veteran. At your service." It was a laundry list of titles and deeds, though none felt like they fit the girl herself. D.Va? Absolutely. She embodied everything that Hana had just described, but... well, standing there in an oversized jacket, shooting off an angry text that she wasn't included, popping bubblegum and looking so out of place, it was likely hard to imagine her as any of that. "Do you have to like... stay here?"

Pre-Talon! Amélie Lacroix: She shook her hand, staring in awe as she listed off all her titles. This girl was so young and had done many things in so little time, while Amélie had only done ballet most of her life. "I have to do something quickly. With the rest of my group. It will not take more that 15 minutes, I just need to talk to my coach and shake a few hands. You can stay here if you'd like."