[She leans in a little closer, sliding down to rest on her side beside him: her guard's still technically up, but...]
Pfft. Technically it is. [It's a little, bitterly amused snort. Technically it is like her home, like Dorado, like the beach and the warm sands and the gentle surf. That she told him anything at all must have been a good sign, all things considered.
She doesn't know who to trust, where to go, which makes York the closest thing to a foothold— whether he wants to be or not. And while Sombra might not like the idea of being wholly dependent on someone (what if this is all a simulation? A ploy? She didn't find any gaps in the system, but she's missed minor details before) he's an advantage she sorely needs.
Her brow furrows, lips thinning out. The topic changes again. Casual this time.]
You know you don't really seem like the kind of people I hang out with. You're a little...
[She lifts a clawed hand, waving it in a cyclical pattern as if it's a stand in for any actual descriptors.]
no subject
Pfft. Technically it is. [It's a little, bitterly amused snort. Technically it is like her home, like Dorado, like the beach and the warm sands and the gentle surf. That she told him anything at all must have been a good sign, all things considered.
She doesn't know who to trust, where to go, which makes York the closest thing to a foothold— whether he wants to be or not. And while Sombra might not like the idea of being wholly dependent on someone (what if this is all a simulation? A ploy? She didn't find any gaps in the system, but she's missed minor details before) he's an advantage she sorely needs.
Her brow furrows, lips thinning out. The topic changes again. Casual this time.]
You know you don't really seem like the kind of people I hang out with. You're a little...
[She lifts a clawed hand, waving it in a cyclical pattern as if it's a stand in for any actual descriptors.]