Sombra was your friend, cheeky one at that. She loved causing trouble and was often caught red handed. One evening, she was walking down the street with a tissue up her nose, hands in her pockets. She was awfully beaten up, but seemed rather nonchalant about it. You saw her, but you knew that even if you offered help, she'd reply in a mocking way and wouldn't be serious, bascially, she'd reject healing because she claims she doesn't need it.