Jack's used to running into Angela a couple hours before dawn. They're the worst sleepers in Overwatch. Sometimes Jack forces himself to stay in bed, as if he can discipline himself into making it take. Counting legions of sheep.

When that doesn't work, he walks. Brisk and determined in spite of the fact he has nowhere to be. So if anyone runs into him, he looks busy. The trick is to keep a file folder tucked under one arm at all times.

Nothing to see here. Just Commander Jack Morrison displaying his excellent work ethic. Everything is under control. Move along.

Even if the pills sitting on his bed-side table say otherwise.

Sometimes he does laps around the hangar. Sometimes he opens the door, and screams obscenities into the howling wind. The one place no one will hear him. Minus the sound-proofed cells beneath the complex. Those, however, are too well monitored.

"Genji?" He's not used to running into Blackwatch's newest recruit. The younger Shimada. Machine in body, man at heart.

"What are you doing here? Is there a deployment I'm not aware of?" As he cuts around the edge of a large back, trying to (not so subtly) see what the hell the kid is doing on the cement floor.

Hopefully not jerking it. That would be... more than awkward.