[Of course he doesn't. She lets that particular matter drop for the moment, if only because the children of Overwatch have always been her biggest concern. Even now she worries. Especially now. As much as she wants to say Jack is being harsh, he's right; the museum incident hadn't exactly been promising. And Winston and Lena do face quite a bit of danger in bringing Overwatch back to the attention of the world.

Still, Ana wants to believe that the situation is not quite as bleak as Jack paints it.]

Did we know what we were doing back then?

[When Overwatch was first formed. Truly formed. Back during the Crisis, when it had been nothing more than a handful of people fighting back against the omnics, striving to survive and bring the world back from the brink of destruction. They'd had support, but they'd also had incredibly overwhelming odds to face, emotionless machines who would stop at nothing to see all of humanity wiped out. Some nights Ana still dreams of those terrible battlefields, of being young and incredibly afraid but so, so determined, the fires and destruction she, Jack and Gabe had stormed through together, right alongside Reinhardt, Liao and Torbjörn.

The situation, the world, has changed, but in the end how different is it for Winston and Lena now? Overwhelming odds, no reason to continue other than it being the right thing.]

We could have died at any time back then, [she says, her voice somewhere distant, eye set on the desert stretching out beneath the cave. It's obvious she's still lost in those memories.] Yet we didn't. And we didn't let the possibility of it stop us, because the world needed us.

[She refocuses, comes back to the present, returns her attention to Jack.]

I think you're underestimating them.