"Mm." She grunts, dully accepting the last portion of her penance— if only because it's a one-time deal, made for the sake of the team.

So, reaching into the pocket of her coat while Amélie's back is turned, Sombra tugs out one last little pear candy droplet, popping it into her mouth on the way out the door towards her own section of the safehouse, passing through Gabe's territory along the way. All things considered, it shouldn't take long: fifteen, twenty minutes tops if she decides not to rush.

A little time to relax after all that forced saccharine sweetness.