Sombra keeps a tight watch over her perimeter. The information kept there, the vulnerability of her tech if were left unguarded— the other soul that slips in from time to time, hidden away in shadow. It's too important to leave exposed, and those precautions prove their worth when she gets pinged halfway through a session of subdermal network digging.
Ana Amari. Back from the dead, a midpoint between Reyes' immortality and Morrison's purgatory.
The doors to her battered shelter of a safehouse are all habitually locked, so it doesn't take much work to peel away from surveillance screens, slipping out the back to take a less direct path of approach. Beyond the industrial building's limits, her habitat? It's beautiful. The outskirts of some nondescript city where it meets the sea, more tropical foliage and sand than manmade anything. Strangely enough, it's night more often than it is day, flecked by the warm glow of distant lights along the shoreline, waves hissing where they break over rocks.
"Hey."
Like most everything Sombra does, it's steeped in an easy, casual calm - the bright blue of her disguised markings and circuitry glinting in the darkness at Ana's back, no more than a handful of feet away.
just slams right into this at full speed
Ana Amari. Back from the dead, a midpoint between Reyes' immortality and Morrison's purgatory.
The doors to her battered shelter of a safehouse are all habitually locked, so it doesn't take much work to peel away from surveillance screens, slipping out the back to take a less direct path of approach. Beyond the industrial building's limits, her habitat? It's beautiful. The outskirts of some nondescript city where it meets the sea, more tropical foliage and sand than manmade anything. Strangely enough, it's night more often than it is day, flecked by the warm glow of distant lights along the shoreline, waves hissing where they break over rocks.
"Hey."
Like most everything Sombra does, it's steeped in an easy, casual calm - the bright blue of her disguised markings and circuitry glinting in the darkness at Ana's back, no more than a handful of feet away.