[As far as religious factions go, the Shambali are a surprisingly political bunch; even so, if it weren't for his travels, Zenyatta doubts he would have any familiarity at all with the woman he's looking at now. Her exact identity is lost on him, true, but her visor, gloves, the lilt of her accent... they're hallmarks of Vishkar. Not a corporation with which he has had much personal experience, regardless of how often their name might appear in the news.
Zenyatta comes to their conversation without prejudice- or endeavours to, at the very least. She's to-the-point, but not unpleasantly so, and as she examines him he bows his head obediently to give her a better look.
Any doubts he might have had about her history are swiftly put to rest by her question. So they are from the same world.]
I am. It is a pleasure to meet another from home, Satya. [He pauses, attempting at once to hold himself still and look back at the same time.] "The process"?
[In spite of himself he sounds a little amused- probably because she sounds so terribly serious.]
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Zenyatta comes to their conversation without prejudice- or endeavours to, at the very least. She's to-the-point, but not unpleasantly so, and as she examines him he bows his head obediently to give her a better look.
Any doubts he might have had about her history are swiftly put to rest by her question. So they are from the same world.]
I am. It is a pleasure to meet another from home, Satya. [He pauses, attempting at once to hold himself still and look back at the same time.] "The process"?
[In spite of himself he sounds a little amused- probably because she sounds so terribly serious.]