He's so sure of it, how undeterred he'll be. It's charming. Maybe that's her own arrogance finding comfort in a show of someone else's certainty, but Sombra doesn't pretend to be a selfless altruist.

—oh no, wait, actually she does. Constantly these days.

"I'm glad to hear it." Inhaling once, she curls herself in just a bit tighter, lazily circling his knee with a single nail over and over again. She should walk him up to the safehouse sooner rather than later, make it easy on them both. But that'd require moving, and this is...nice. "Knew I wasn't wrong about you, Locus."

And look at that, no nicknames this time.