Instead of a bound Widowmaker, Mercy sees a young pilot Lena Oxton, leaning against the interrogation table, a Widow-shaped bulge poking out from under her shirt. Lena is rubbing her swollen belly, enjoying the squirming of her prey, pointlessly trying to break free from her much tighter confinement. It takes Lena a minute before she notices that someone else has entered the cell.
"OH, 'ello lov, are yeh here to see Amélie? I thought all the interrogations are over and nobody would mind if I had a little nosh." Tracer blushes nervously, not expecting anyone to see her like this.
Angela just looks at her slightly annoyed, her meal snatched from her by the British agent, she approaches Lena slowly and places her hand on Tracer's belly to feel Widow press against it.
"Actually, I came here for the same reason as you, was hoping to get a taste of the French meat, but I guess you've beat me to the punch." Mercy responds matter-of-factly, still rubbing her belly.
"Well, if yeh still want to have a taste, I can think of one way yeh could get her before she's melted inside me~" Lena remarks with a cheeky smile, licking her lips which Mercy notices.
