Sometimes, she underestimates people. You could say it started with Los Muertos: that being raised by a group so confident in its mission to both save Mexico and simultaneously turn a profit into their criminal pocket meant that as she grew, she had no one— nothing— tempered to look up to, but the truth is, she never had that to begin with. Sombra was only ever dependent on Sombra.

Which means it's easy to forget that sometimes someone else is smart enough to step to that.

"Okay, so let's start again." Sombra slips out of his way, arms folded behind her back. "Me llamo Sugar— no te metas conmigo." The syllables are slow, mild as a joke and clearly meant to be.

"¿Cómo te llamas?"