"Te estoy mirando, cariño. Just sit still and look pretty for now."

Sombra watches you carefully through the hacked camera feeds, her eyes trailing over your dolled up figure. She could never get bored on a mission if it meant that she could stare at you all day long.

"Get ready. There'll be an explosion to your left in three, two, one..."

A boom shakes the ground, debris and dust kicking up. In the midst of it, a gloved hand intertwines with yours—Sombra's. "Vamonos! Try to keep up, yeah?"