For the briefest of moments, Widowmaker didn't want to clarify. She didn't want to speak of him, but she had trapped herself by even mentioning him. Something had to be said.

"My husband," she replied, shifting to cross her legs. "My late husband. He was an agent of the organization responsible for lifting humanity to victory in the Omnic Crisis." Perhaps that would be enough to keep this woman from prying further, allowing her to not have to be rude to shut the topic down.