It was all guesswork on her part: she'd had to look up flowers on the fly, but figuring out which ones suited Locus wasn't too much of a stretch, given her eye for aesthetic detail. And where she left off, Taylor had picked it right up.

"We make a good team."

And Taylor might not dare to invade Locus' space, but Sombra does: winding her arm around his own with what little agreement he's given them, pressing her face to the low point of his bicep (tall as he is, that's about as far as she can manage).