Sombra darts off a step to the side to avoid catching a spattering of gore, eyes following it as it lands wetly on the ground. Charming.

"Thanks." Sans sarcasm, she gets to work: ducks low and starts mapping out the path and distance of those wires while her collected data updates in time with it. A slower process than before, these seem to go on for a distance in both directions, so she picks the left to start with, inching along as she goes, leaving him to keep watch in the silence.

"You don't think any of the old crew survived, do you?"

Well, half-silence.