How very efficient in its symbolism. Like him, she suspects.

Somewhere inside her head, the gears are turning. A steady rhythm she's always been so keenly attuned to: opportunity, intelligence, something sharper than a general skillset. The kind of friends you can't buy for a dime a dozen.

"So, Locus," Sombra lets out a thoughtful breath, eyes flicking off in a quick scan of their surroundings, though it's played off as casually as anything. "What do you really think about all this? The idea that everyone can be a hero for a better cause."