To her credit (translocator back in hand, clipped immediately to her side to recharge) she's already on the move. Where Locus had been limited by his size when it came to mobility, his 'partner' didn't seem to suffer from the same weaknesses.

Tired or not, she's not taking the chance.

"He had a friend." Said bitterly enough to be entirely transparent - not that it matters when they're sharing the same mental space. "A dead, pain in the ass friend."

And then, with a weary little shrug as the thermoptic camouflage masks her silhouette (not the bloody trail she leaves behind, but when the flooring shifts from metal to flesh again, it won't matter), Sombra adds: "I did what I had to do to keep you covered, manita."