By the grace of the Gods...

"Ammy! Oh my God!"

Terri turned her head, to see a pink clad cosplayer running towards her, with a robotic monk following behind; Sakuya, evidently having been pointed in the right direction by the Zenyatta Terri had been talking to what felt like an eternity ago.

"You are in so much trouble!" She told the whimpering dog, before turning to the obviously shaken Tracer cosplayer before her. "Are... are you okay?"

It was a dumb question, all things considered. Terri was clutching her ass, red faced and near tears, with a crowd around her laughing and snapping pictures. Hell, with adrenaline pumping through her veins and the blood rushing to her cheeks, Terri was about ready to bolt, lest she need to explain to two more people that their 'hero' was currently bare-ass mooning the con-floor. She let out a whimper as Zenyatta bent down, picking up a scrap of red and blue fabric, tilting his head in confusion. Terri looked past him- a gap in the cackling crowd, where Sakuya had run in. If she was going to leave, to hide, she had to go now. But, even if it meant staying in the public eye, and staying around the damned dog, could she bear it (and bare it) a moment longer to get help from Sakuya and Zenyatta?