On a warehouse roof, the help of her visor shows Widowmaker the unexpected visitor approaching. Tonight's target is named Woodruff, a businessman with pale green eyes and severely short graying hair. Woodruff should arrive at any moment, expected to provide documentation and blueprints to an agent working on behalf of Volskaya Industries, but Talon would rather have the blueprints and see Woodruff's support eliminated.

Once the child turns the corner leading to the old warehouse, she can see them as more than a red figure through her lenses: snow-dusted, hands deep within pockets. The light snowfall is a minor inconvenience and the cold doesn't bother her. She's more concerned with the possible intrusion, the complication; the child wanders near the entrance to warehouse's surrounding fence. A venom mine is placed there to trouble anyone who runs that way once she snipes her target.

With a small sigh, she attaches her rifle to her back and launches her grappling hook, snagging it on a wide ledge on the neighboring building so she can swing across, one arm held out in an attempt to catch the child and move them quickly out of her way.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" she hisses when their paths intersect.