"Watch your left, gravitational anomaly." With a few of her spare cycles, Cortana helps Sombra pick out salient details in their confusing environment, highlighting the danger zone in red. It looks like the latest incarnation of this haunted house is a projection from five-dimensional space, but it's hard to say until they start moving again and she can gather more data.

"I think it's real enough, as far as that goes." Exasperation tinges her voice; Cortana prefers to be the one giving the runaround, not getting it. "But I haven't been able to punch through any of the EM interference without using tricks I know Delta doesn't have the horsepower to pull, so why am I picking this up now? Why let it through unless it's bait?"