It prompts a groan of frustration as Sombra (realizing that her play's about to be entirely negated) darts forward into the swing, deftly throwing herself into the space left open at Locus' flank by his own desperate swipe. Tired as she is, their conversation's at least given her enough time to breathe.

From there, with one hand already tugging up her gun— the other giving Felix a salute with her middle finger— she opens fire on the silhouette actively pulling the reins. "Pinche cabrón!"