In that moment, South's grappling with the monster, trying to push its head back as it attempts to smother her in a sleeper hold. Whispers edged into her head, again poisoning her with thoughts of failure and disappointment. Trying to convince her Sombra was just using her as bait; letting her take point so she'd draw out the enemy and get the kill, get the recognition.

It goes limp on top of her as Sombra fires on it, and the whispers edge into silence again, but South's shaken with the implications. She shoves it off and stands, ripping her helmet off in order to rake a hand through her hair and glare at Sombra.

"Happy?"