Lena studies the display for as long as Sombra will let her before she turns and tries to follow the path that had been drawn with her eyes, squinting behind her goggles. Its easier to answer Sombra with her back turned -- she'd never been a great liar in situations like this (when her normally endless well of confidence has been drained), and usually she has no cause for it.

But it wasn't like Azúcar had any idea what her technology really did for her.

"Never better," she replies, still frowning. The low-power warning was still flashing on the front of her device, and would likely continue unless she gave it a stretch of time to charge back around. That wasn't really the problem. The problem was when the Faceless managed to cut power to it entirely.