"'Beauty' sleep, hah!"

"Well, if nothing else, at least you seem honest. That is a rarity in and of itself." The spy turned on her heel to walk out, giving a lazy wave to the engineer as she went. "I'm sure we'll meet again, one way or another. For now, I leave you to your work. Goodnight, laborer."

"Either way, I suppose you're not sleeping now, are you?"

Ah. The engineer is gathering the BLU team for this midnight fight, is she? The spy doesn't budge, taking another drag from her cigarette.

Oh. Great. That ends her smoke break fairly quickly, the spy vanishing from sight, trying to follow after the enemy pyro unseen.

Where in the world could she possibly be going? Except, maybe, to their rooms. Either way, she's not too keen on finding out, decloaking and flipping open her knife.

... Nope, she still could not decipher that mumbling to save her damn life, though the sight of the phlog was enough to keep the spy from stepping any closer. "Where exactly do you think you are going at a time like this?"

"I would not," she stated blunty, trying to quickly swap out her blade for a revolver. "Why are you really here?"

With that step closer, the spy steps back, pulling her gun from its holster and aiming it out towards the pyro. "Stop lying to me. You are only going to make things worse for yourself. After all, I am hardly the only person in this base."

And that makes her pause, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. Christ. This is what she has to deal with? "This is a foolish endeavor. And when you do get yourself killed, I only wish to be around so I could say that I told you so."

Long enough.

"Believe me, I'm not the same Spy you know."

"If I could, I would disown you."

I would assume the latter, though I'm.. also not entirely sure.

I make no promises.

And I said I would make no promises, bushman.

How.

For 18 hours??

Retire, perhaps. There's no fun in it if I know you will not respawn afterwards.

Don't have to. You provided the answer on your own.