In all her travels, both before Talon finished her training and after, Mexico was one of the countries of conflict she was kept clear of. Whether it was because it was already in such disarray that it lacked the top value targets she was generally assigned to eliminate or because Talon's interests were better served through Sombra's cyber combat methods was beyond Amélie's scope of understanding. It made her wonder how accurate the Legion's recreation of Dorado was; if so then they had indeed created a relaxing place, even if she would've once considered it a tad bit too warm once upon a time.

"None of us are nice," she replied with a faint chuckle.

Yes, perhaps she should take some personal time and enjoy the fake bay, see if the water was to her liking. When had she last been swimming...

"Maybe I will shift the line closer to where you prefer to tread." That was even more of an impotent threat than Sombra's as Amélie's lines were very deep, well set, and unlikely to change without more neural conditioning. Tilting her head forward, she aided as much as she could in the plaiting of her long tresses, thumb idly rubbing just behind Sombra's ankle bone.