[It's sold straight, but underneath her stare there's a flicker of amusement at this twig of a woman who's acting the part of a lion: no fear, no hesitation— inviting herself along like she owns the place.
Maybe it's worth seeing out after all.
With a shrug, Sombra concedes, stepping away from the wall and wending her way along the corridors ahead, in through the habitats, expecting she'll be followed. By the time they reach the warm, sandy shores of Dorado, it's been long enough to give Lena all the minutes of processing she likely needed to chew through the silhouette in front of her. The writing on the wall. Timelines and promises and aliases and everything in between.
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[It's sold straight, but underneath her stare there's a flicker of amusement at this twig of a woman who's acting the part of a lion: no fear, no hesitation— inviting herself along like she owns the place.
Maybe it's worth seeing out after all.
With a shrug, Sombra concedes, stepping away from the wall and wending her way along the corridors ahead, in through the habitats, expecting she'll be followed. By the time they reach the warm, sandy shores of Dorado, it's been long enough to give Lena all the minutes of processing she likely needed to chew through the silhouette in front of her. The writing on the wall. Timelines and promises and aliases and everything in between.
She runs a few fingers through vibrant pink hair, turning on her heel to gesture towards the salted, iconic shoreline surrounding them...minus LumériCo's silver towers.]
Told you I knew where it was.