"Not bad at all." Sombra echoes, popping the edge of a chip (space-nacho flavored!) in between her teeth and leaving it hanging idly from the corner of her mouth. "Wasn't going to sign up before but—" there's a slight shrug of her shoulders, confident in the idea that whoever she's dealing with understands the importance of maintaining a secure transmission as much as she herself does. "I had a friend that convinced me I should be here instead."

The simplified story: in truth she was the one that listened to Gabriel's recount of his current situation, that made the decision to align herself with the Legion and take whatever she could get as a foothold into broader space, regardless of the Time Trapper and its minions.

But if not for him? She wouldn't be here.