"That is what I said." Amélie looped the hair tie about her wrist and ran her hand through her hair. "Despite the mess you prefer to live in and the stench of the clothing I collect off the floor, I am positive you clean yourself at least every other day." Which was good enough that Amélie didn't mind Sombra touching her.

"But normally you do not smell like Lena Oxton." She gave Sombra a scathing look - cleanliness was next to godliness - before her expression shifted back. "At the very least, get out of those clothes. I will not suffer her scent upon my bed." Which was exactly where she was going to gave Sombra brush her hair. Then she would forgive her.