"Hey, that's what I'm here for. Free of charge." They're a team, even if a disjointed one at times. To Sombra, there's a comfort in that: it's familiar, safe. A luxury that she can't rely on, but every once in a while? It's nice to have.

Still, it's the question that has her shaking her head, more keen to denial than acknowledgement in the moment. "I'll live."

The cut at her throat is easy. Hardly bleeds anymore except for when she pulls at it on occasion, but the impact laid into the one across her side's made the bleeding more persistent, and it's exacerbated by the heightened pace she's keeping. Eventually she's going to have to stop and apply pressure. Try to bandage it with— something.

There'll have to be something.