"In Dorado I am a god." Sombra snaps back petulantly (tiredly), leaning around Gabe's heavy frame where he's placed himself between them to— catch a glimpse of a woman that isn't even paying attention. Ugh.

Her legs unfurl from where they've been tucked up for the last few hours, palms braced against the side of the couch and stretching with every vertabrae along her spine where it's fused to metal. The plating's stiff. Protective. That weight doesn't shift easily on its own.