Reaper would be lying if he said that thought didn't cross his mind either, but as they can both clearly tell— he doesn't give a fuck right now. He isn't banking on people more concerned about his actions when there was a laundry list full of other more life-threatening concerns, nor did he sense anyone around.

All he knows is Sombra's got a good head on her shoulders so any idea she seems to have, he'll aid her in the ways she cannot. It's better than any ideas he's got at the moment. With a grunt in acknowledgement, he latches onto the part she'd been tugging at earlier. It takes a few seconds, the metal and bone-like structure groaning and resisting his strength but finally, with a loud CLANG, the metal snaps off the bone, taking a chunk out of it. There isn't much of a reveal though, so with a growl he sinks his claws under the sheet again, trying to claw away anymore debris before standing back to let Sombra do her thing.

"Is this enough?"