"I lied my way through it." Sombra admits, shrugging off his irritation in a show of solidarity.

It wasn't bad, but her problems are her own: handing them over to anyone else seems like a recipe for disaster. The less that's on record, the better.

"Maybe it's just me, but I don't think sitting on a couch talking about how much everything sucks with a stranger counts half as much as it does with a friend."

Consider that an open invitation, amigo.

"And it doesn't beat a view like this."