For anyone that's seen Sombra fight...well, the line is easily drawn. Even Gabriel holds his posture in a fight when he dips back into dodges, rolls away from thrown shots - and Amélie puts them both to shame in her own right. But at the moment it's not important, and Sombra keeps moving so that Locus doesn't have a chance to settle into his own stiffness: the more he learns the rhythm of her movements, the repetition, the easier it'll be to follow than to count out every little step.

"Better." Whether or not he actually is adjusting is irrelevant; she draws in closer, slides her fingers up his arm so that she's keeping contact with them both at once. "It's not so bad is it?"