[ ...And once again, the smoke thickens to coils, swirling around D.va's body in a way that might almost be called teasing. ]

χρησμαγόρης.

[ Krissssmagor, the sibilance extended into a languid hiss that seems to reverberate in her very bones—and then the smoke congeals the rest of the way into Hadassah's form. ]

It's become so easy to hear you call, little one. Why, someone might even think I like you.

[ She winks. ]