As a response to her question, Sombra cants her head just slightly, gesturing towards the strips of blue that paint a line across her cheeks. A stand in for all the telltale circuitry she's already made an effort to hide owing to its familiar patterning. Tadaa.
A sly confidence that dissipates only a second later when she's offered the opportunity of a fistbump. There's a mild scoff let out from under her own breath, mouth pinched upwards at the corner. "Okay, amiga, you win. It's not all bad."
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As a response to her question, Sombra cants her head just slightly, gesturing towards the strips of blue that paint a line across her cheeks. A stand in for all the telltale circuitry she's already made an effort to hide owing to its familiar patterning. Tadaa.
A sly confidence that dissipates only a second later when she's offered the opportunity of a fistbump. There's a mild scoff let out from under her own breath, mouth pinched upwards at the corner. "Okay, amiga, you win. It's not all bad."