"Couldn't sleep out here if I wanted to, mija, believe me."

Not with that chill in the air, or the frozen crunch of metal shrapnel under their heels. Scattered wiring. For a while Sombra imagines it's the nightmare digging at her again— but when one of the fallen bodies is still distinctly recognizable, she realizes that might not actually be the case.

Not with so many lifeless omnic bodies in various states of decay strewn out in the mist. A wet, fleshy sound echoing off in the distance.

"Try not to pay attention to it."

Said like it's an annoying solicitor and not the product of a psychological horror show.