[Stay out of trouble, that's what York had said with a weary brand of concern in his voice. But he'd also told her that she was being watched, that someone— a stealthy little 'spider'— had information on her, knew her affiliations.
She knows she could be wrong: there might not be anyone nearby, and as she moves to check the area where she'd fired just a few seconds prior (pointedly ignoring curious Legion staff and concerned bystanders as they close in to make sure no one's been harmed) Sombra finally concedes that she might be.
Until she turns back on her heel and nearly slips on something dark and damp, something that vaguely looks like blood.
This time the look she casts around her is more direct and attentive. Focused. It starts there and ends a few hours later, with Sombra huddled at the far end of a more narrow corridor, tapping idly into the Legion's mechanical systems. This, by itself, isn't unusual: she's tapped the informational kiosks, the lighting systems, the mobile displays and everything else within reach for intel and entertainment so far— but this time she's manipulating motion sensors (ideal for pinpointing obstructions) and door systems set to identify any nearby movement. Sure, some unfortunate stranger might find themselves locked tightly in a corridor without any obvious means of escape, but Sombra's hope is that with a little luck, she might net something much more dangerous.]
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[Stay out of trouble, that's what York had said with a weary brand of concern in his voice. But he'd also told her that she was being watched, that someone— a stealthy little 'spider'— had information on her, knew her affiliations.
She knows she could be wrong: there might not be anyone nearby, and as she moves to check the area where she'd fired just a few seconds prior (pointedly ignoring curious Legion staff and concerned bystanders as they close in to make sure no one's been harmed) Sombra finally concedes that she might be.
Until she turns back on her heel and nearly slips on something dark and damp, something that vaguely looks like blood.
This time the look she casts around her is more direct and attentive. Focused. It starts there and ends a few hours later, with Sombra huddled at the far end of a more narrow corridor, tapping idly into the Legion's mechanical systems. This, by itself, isn't unusual: she's tapped the informational kiosks, the lighting systems, the mobile displays and everything else within reach for intel and entertainment so far— but this time she's manipulating motion sensors (ideal for pinpointing obstructions) and door systems set to identify any nearby movement. Sure, some unfortunate stranger might find themselves locked tightly in a corridor without any obvious means of escape, but Sombra's hope is that with a little luck, she might net something much more dangerous.]