Unless 76 is leaving with her, she isn't running. They'll kill each other— or maybe Gabe will kill Jack, it's hard to know what the Faceless' improvements might have done to him. Maybe she should let him.

—No. No, he needs his blood. The more violent Gabriel's injuries, the faster he'll sink into the Faceless' grip, if the voices she's heard are right. This is stupid, senseless. Heels dug in deeper than the fucking ground and Jack's already angling for a fight, she can see it in his shoulders as he watches sinew knit together. A knife to her ribs for reasons she doesn't know how to pinpoint. Probably won't ever bother to.

And then he fires.

"No— !"

Lunging forward, Sombra aims to latch onto his arm again— to drag it sharply downward and disrupt his aim, even if only by degrees. Does it make her seem noble? Selfless? The opposite of the truth, even without trying. There's so little tech on him, no matter how much violet lines coil across his silhouette from where her nails dig in she's not sure it'll find purchase. At least aside from the visor he's so fond of.

If her hold on him is broken quickly enough, she won't have the chance to shut down his visual feed.