"So she's...sick." Moon Kings, house arrest during the day— it's a bunch of words that don't make much sense to Sombra, but she knows what it is to be alone. Permanently. Wasn't exactly an uncommon occurence in Mexico after the Crisis.

Sombra stoops down, elbows resting across her knees so that she meets his eye level easily.

"Don't worry about it, okay? People get separated all the time. I'm sure she knows better than to go looking for you— probably figures you'll be home later."