"Is it technically regifting if she wasn't using it in the first place?"

As Amélie scuffs the length of the band with her nail, Sombra reaches forward with her other hand, overturning Amélie's and setting the device there — solidifying the exchange.

"The way I see it, anything she left out in that safehouse of hers is fair game."

Dusting her hands of her appeasement, Sombra steps away, fingers curling contentedly in midair. "Trust me when I say that place was like a graveyard of old memories and junk: hard to tell what was real and what she had installed into the Legion's system. I don't even think she'll notice that it's gone."

Or at least not for a little while. Long enough for Sombra to feign innocence.