Whether it's the strength behind that kick of his foot or the fact that Sombra passed out in the middle of work her mind had been fully attuned to, she comes sputtering to life the second contact is made with the couch beneath her, jolting fully upright with a snort: "—what? What. I'm awake."

Doubtful, if the half-lidded stare she's squinting narrowly at her surroundings are anything to go by.

And then she realizes how barren her floors seem to be.

"Gabe, you were supposed to be watching her!"