Visit D.Va.

She has an odd job to do today. Hana Song apparently has been having issues with her mech, but nobody else is available. Since Angela has nothing else to do, she decides to visit the idol at her home. It wasn't that often they spoke, as much as Angela wishes it wasn't true. She likes the girl, but chances to speak just never come up. Well, now things can change.

Maybe I can get to know her better. That'll be nice.

She arrives not long after, and spots the garage open, revealing the gigantic pink robotic vehicle. Beside it, a ladder, with D.Va climbing up it wearing a small pair of denim shorts and a white tank top.

"Hiya!" Hana says with a smile, giving the woman a wave.

Mercy waves back and proceeds inside.

"Hello there, Ms. Song," Angela adds.

"Hana is fine. Come, come. I've been waiting for you."

The garage door slowly shuts, while the idol climbs her way down the ladder and stands--short of height--before the doctor. The poor girl looks rather exhausted from a morning of work.

"Make yourself at home!" she adds.

Angela nods with a smile, and moves over to a table--removing her awkward and bulky wing suit. She sighs with relief, knowing she shouldn't actually need to wear the thing. Armor isn't needed. She stands now in a white blouse and her skin-tight brown trousers. It's likely said pants are meant to be worn beneath the armor, as they seem to cling to her skin across every inch of her slender legs, and around the cheeks of her rear.