"Both, actually." Narcissistic as she is, her footsteps slow for a beat when he asks, turning on her heel. "Most of the implants are just meant to make it easier for me to work: manage databases, store information, interface with foreign technology just by touching it. The rest of it is more....utility-based."
Which, considering the implications in holding valuable data and walking around with instant camouflage in her pocket, it might be easy to assume none of the above happens in broad daylight through welcome, open doors. "Thermoptic camouflage can project a seamless reflection of the world around me so that I can disappear."
A statement that trails off to the sound of guttural chittering in the dark— off in the distance. It might be nothing, but knowing this place, Sombra's not going to take that at face value.
She flicks a hologram into existence, a flat little cube of bright blue light, to help illuminate the tunnel from where it's hovering just above her palm.
Absently she adds, in a bid at keeping conversation casual in spite of the rest of this:
"You know, amigo, I just realized I never got your name."
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Which, considering the implications in holding valuable data and walking around with instant camouflage in her pocket, it might be easy to assume none of the above happens in broad daylight through welcome, open doors. "Thermoptic camouflage can project a seamless reflection of the world around me so that I can disappear."
A statement that trails off to the sound of guttural chittering in the dark— off in the distance. It might be nothing, but knowing this place, Sombra's not going to take that at face value.
She flicks a hologram into existence, a flat little cube of bright blue light, to help illuminate the tunnel from where it's hovering just above her palm.
Absently she adds, in a bid at keeping conversation casual in spite of the rest of this:
"You know, amigo, I just realized I never got your name."