Unsurprisingly, she doesn't like that answer. Aside from the fact that she doesn't have the mental space to keep soaking up the sounds of wet flesh hitting the floor, there had to be a better way to bend the world to their will -- after all, if it could form to them, why not the other way around?

"That's barmy," Lena grumbles, messing with the straps of her accelerator underneath her arms. After they continue along in silence for a few more moments, another thought comes to her. From what she'd been able to tell, this Faceless creature was set on keeping everyone still sane isolated from one another. "Hang tight, love. Got an idea."

Without waiting for a reply, she's gone in a flash of blue, ahead of Sombra and down the hall. Sure, there was the risk that her accelerator would fail again before she could recall, but that was just a chance she would have to take. Just a few seconds after, the walls start to move again.

And like the passing of a breeze, Tracer reappears in a wisp of blue, looking slightly bewildered as she checks all of her limbs with her hands. Something about that recall didn't quite feel right -- but it worked.