"Good."

Two of a kind, then. Azúcar lets out a mild scoff at the callback to her own answer, mouth tugged upwards just at the corner. For all their differences (or maybe the disturbing lack of them that Sombra refuses to acknowledge), it's the first time she's managed even the ghost of a smile in what feels like....

Days.

If you include the digital passing of time, that is - something she hasn't been able to shake since the encounter with Delta.

"I need to find a place to rest. Just for a few minutes." Like this, there's a real concern she won't get much farther. Not with the edges of her vision fading, overheated circuitry already struggling to operate. Cortana might be perpetual, but Sombra? Well, outside the streets of Dorado, less so. Which means that if she can convince Tracer to selflessly keep watch even for a little while, it might be enough to see this nightmare out.

"We can take shifts if you want."

The air's already gone cold. Thick. They haven't walked more than five minutes, but it might as well have been a trek north into the frozen tundra, fog heavy enough to cut with a knife.