Terrorist is a subjective word. Especially in the world she left behind. Given the weight behind what he says— how he says it— Sombra isn't certain whether or not she should be more relieved that he doesn't use it directly, or maybe more irritated.

Either way, her poker face is sound without that false identity getting in the way. Doesn't pull a reaction that's concrete or telling, just a slow, considerate blink as he counts off his theories. She knew he was dangerous.

His ability to read her in the wake of Silent Horizon had proven that much.

"It's an interesting story." The one he's crafted. Drags the lightest little scoff from her as she slips from her perch, moving to wind her fingers around the neck of the bottle he's holding. Not tugging or pulling, not even posturing, just moves with a curious expectation to see whether or not he'll let her take it from him. "I'll give you that."