"Scenic is right." Sombra huffs out under her breath, bitterness entirely buried - confrontation (mostly) diffused, Sombra's attention drifts out towards the shoreline. Her aim remains to keep Ana's focus away from that ruined industrial building, it's the only thing that justifies actually exposing herself in her own habitat.

"I wasn't expecting anyone to come walking though." Open as the Legion seems to be, few heroes are content to help themselves to browsing even during downtime. "Only just finished trying to get the old details right."

Mostly the scent of salt spray, the heat on the wind—

From there she tips her still-open hand forward, a formal greeting, whether or not Ana chooses to accept. "Azúcar."