"Yeah. Right." The first time exhaustion actually creeps into her voice, shoulders rounding out as she snaps her SMG back into its holster. It isn't to say she's being dismissive of Gwen's assessment (they were easy to pick off - for a long time, she didn't need help scattering them on her own), but recently? Maybe they're just tired of her singular tactics. "Easy."

On closer inspection, with the adrenaline rush of a fight entirely spent, it's easier to notice how disheveled Sombra really is. Scuffs, scrapes, normally brilliant circuitry burned out and half-hidden beneath tangled hair. Still, it doesn't entirely kill the smile she'd been wearing before: finding anyone with a sense of humor in a place like this is like finding some distant reflection of herself. Grounding, in a way.

"Just as an FYI: you might want to get moving before they come back."

A suggestion she's already adopted as her own personal motto, apparently. A holographic map of her own covered territory flicked up into view and adjusted to mark off the encountered dead end before she's pressing back in the opposite direction without bothering to consult her newfound companion. With all the people she's found and lost, she doesn't expect this to last.