"Pfft." It's a tepid little scoff - she finds a handhold to cling to and pulls, door sliding reluctantly open about an inch at a time as the flesh peels away. Sombra swears she's not touching raw meet for the next month after this. "You don't know him like I do."

Best interests or not, there's a long, long list of disasters that Gabriel's either outrun or outlasted: stubborn enough to even put her to shame at times. Besides, like he always says, not even death can stop him.

What chance does that leave a place like this?

"Anyway, we'll figure it out. Maybe try to send out a signal, see if we can't catch anyone else once we're—" Another hard shove, another gritted noise and she's managed to pry open enough room for them to squeeze through, pale light seeping in from outside. "—out of here."