Dinner Interruption

Basil decided to drop in on Trish. No one had really seen her out of her work space in days except for matches, so the Spy had decided to see how she was doing and make sure she was eating properly. She carried a covered plate with her, bringing the engineer food, and stood outside the door, tapping on it and waiting to be let in. "Trish! Let me in, cher!"

She honestly worried about the engineer, mostly because the woman seemed to try and distance herself from everyone and was not very attached mentally at times. It was a bit sad, because Basil really did care quite a bit about her team.

((sorry it's so short))

Trish finished the bit of welding she had been working on, and sat back to turn her torch off. She got up from her stool and lifted up her mask, wiping her forehead with the back of her arm and letting out a sigh. She went to her workshop door and pulled it open.

Her own BLU Spy met her on the other side of the door and she grinned. She tried to act like she only cared about the rest of BLU as much as was necessary, but it was at times like this that it became obvious that was just an act.

"Howdy, Bazz." She said, taking a step back and gesturing with her stumpy right arm. "C'mon in."

Basil smiled at her gently, going in and sitting on a spare stool by her workbench. "Bonjour, Trish. Thank you." She put the plate of food down, smiling warmly at the engineer. "I was worried about you, cher. It seems like you havn't been out of here in days. So I brought you something to eat."

The spy looked at her gently, more so than she did anyone else. She always seemed to have a cold look when around her team mates, but not when she was alone with Trish. It was odd, however the engineer always seemed to distracted to notice. This was something Basil was grateful for at least.