Her beach. [ He jerks a thumb at Sombra. ] Lead him there. No mugging, no tagging, no drowning him, no fighting. Just. Talk. Like people do; y'all actually have some shit in common when you're not hissing like cats and dogs.

[ Why is this his life?

He gets what's left of the bucket and heads to the art on the wall, resuming his earlier 'scrub off paint' duty. ]

This won't take long.