That wide-eyed confused look persists for a moment as Taylor tips in, close enough to slide that chip into place and...

Really?

Immediately his eyes narrow, expression taking a turn for the incredulous, before turning to Sombra with a 'you condone this?' sort of look, as though she were meant to be keeping him in line. As if she'd do anything of the sort.

These were his friends. God help him.

As Sombra slips in, his shoulders sink, quiet surrender to the foolishness that is no doubt in store, even if he doesn't approve of any of it. "Is this entirely necessary?"