Fareeha mumbles to herself, why does she has to be a messenger? Don't they have bunch of recruits to these things? Not to mention all this advanced technology, one would think informing someone about them being required somewhere would be easy in this day and age. She sighs as she reaches her destination, a door with label 'Hannah Song, Meka pilot'. She ponders a bit if she should knock, but then realized that this whole deal is annoying enough for her, she doesn't have time to wait for the little gremlin to get up and from her gaming and answer the door. Pharah grabs the doorknob and opens the door, entering the room and announcing herself.
"Hey Hana, they want you in-" She cuts herself off, noticing that not only is the famous streamer fully nude on her bed, but there's also the Swedish mechanic right next to her with as much clothing as the pilot herself.
