No snow at all? She supposes that makes sense, even if she considers it a tragedy. But with that in mind, it makes Lena's decision of how to follow up that much easier.

"Suit yourself," Tracer quips, turning her back on Sombra to face another waist-high ledge near the Alderwood. If Sombra isn't quick enough, she'll be pelted in the chest with a fistful of snow. She's not quite mischievous enough to aim for anything else.

"Think fast!"