What Sombra processes might not be entirely organic information thanks to the implants she had installed across the years, but her eyes? Still 100% the real deal - which means that as they stumble out from pure darkness into the light she hisses, sucking in a wincing little breath with her arm clamped down across her face.

"—shit."

Same word, different context. At least until her eyes adjust, ever so gradually over time.

"What the hell is this..." That can't be right, can it? Can't be real, going from some flesh-sculpted room out into— this.