With that thing swiping at her ankles, she doesn't really care at the moment.

How is it moving? How is it real?? She hadn't seen him amongst the Legionnaires during either the briefing or the trip here; with armor like that, left abandoned in the span of a place like this, he can't have been part of the ship's crew before them.

Can he...?

Whatever. Screw it. She doesn't have time to burn on figuring out the details. As those damaged limbs start to snap sickeningly into place, her retreat no more than a few steps backwards to carry her well out of the range of his blade, Sombra drops the line of her gun, lip curled back into a scowl. "Didn't anyone tell you, amigo."

click — snap— Metal on metal, cocked and level.

"Never bring a knife to a gun fight."

And then, unceremoniously, she opens fire - aimed right at the fractured center of his helmet.