So much flexibility offered by technicalities. [ Keeps life interesting for both of them, honestly. He rolls over to prop a hand on his cheek, squinting at her with his good eye. There's a subtle pulse of color- a faint flicker of green in the depths of his pupil. Delta checking in. A quick discussion of how much to say- how much of their hand to tip.

How much trouble this could net them.

But it's- Azucar. It's Sombra. Someone they've chosen to trust, someone that's trusted them in turn. They're not about to break that bond now just cuz she's younger and sharper and angrier than anticipated. ]

I'm a thief that was shot for stealing private military equipment and going AWOL. Also treason. The playing by the rules thing is a very recent development, Mija.