That's a joke he walks right into, and he's got nobody to blame but himself. He gets the feeling that if he doesn't give her an answer that isn't too difficult to believe without it being a non-answer, she'll never leave him alone.

He lets out a gruff sigh, arms folded slowly across his chest as he keeps looking forward. Anywhere but at her directly.

"It was suggested," he grumbles, not necessarily a lie. Sombra did tell him to go. "It was made clear early on that taking on the Legionnaires was counter-productive."