( She's already got her weapon in hand, a basic quarterstaff. Obviously she finds it somewhat unwieldy, evident in the way she almost positions herself around it. It's at least two feet longer than what she's used to.

When he approaches, she sets down the staff and looks him over. More out of habit than anything, she has a doctor's eyes, and a soldier's too, trained to detect flaws and strengths and potential injuries. Smiling, she holds out her own hand. No sweat to wipe off yet. )

Likewise. I'm Angela Ziegler. I'm also known as Mercy out in the field, but usually I'm not the one doing the fighting. ( She's supposed to be the medic, not the soldier. Whether he shakes her hand or not she'll dip her head a bit, the sigh and smile that follow both ironically self-aware. ) But don't give me a handicap because of that. I want constructive criticism. I don't want to waste your time.