[ Sam, meanwhile, looks the beach over for stones he can throw into the lapping edge of the water, watching them disappear beneath the foam. He's quiet, he's always been relatively quiet by nature, but it's clear he's still watching Sombra from the corner of his eye.
He's no fool. ]
You're going to have to be more specific.
[ It feels like bait. He's not the most socially graceful, and she's got a quick tongue and a quick temper. All he needs is to waltz into some conversational bear trap she's laying down for him. ]
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He's no fool. ]
You're going to have to be more specific.
[ It feels like bait. He's not the most socially graceful, and she's got a quick tongue and a quick temper. All he needs is to waltz into some conversational bear trap she's laying down for him. ]