"And you did." A point of conversation, there's so much to be gleaned from what he's experienced, what he's seen: through him, she could know an existence that— until now— was realized only in fiction.

It doesn't belittle the firsthand process of acclimating to the Legion, but just like her, he's a fragment of somewhere else. Something different.

She loves that.

Sombra stops pacing, turning on her heel to fully face him in a legitimate introduction - clawed hand outstretched. "Azúcar."