Amélie glanced over to watch Sombra head off, glad that there wasn't going to be any further debate about it. She would have accepted a change of clothing, but if Sombra is going to shower? All the better.

Turning back to her wall, that fitbit was going to get tacked onto it like the trophy it definitely was. Maybe she'll be able to add more things to her wall as time went by. It wouldn't take Sombra long to return, so clearing the ammunition off her bed was going to be priority, loose hair hanging about her like a cloud.