With a downward glance she wipes away the sludge across her suit, breathing out a tired little sound. "I've only been on one other mission before this— it went fine, but from what I heard? The one that came before it went bad."
Real bad.
The tendrils (thankfully) don't seem outright aggressive. A nuisance, easily swatted away like bottom-feeders hoping for cast off scraps from larger predators. Maybe if she wasn't so entirely exhausted, Sombra would realize as much outright, instead of keeping her distance like something burned.
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With a downward glance she wipes away the sludge across her suit, breathing out a tired little sound. "I've only been on one other mission before this— it went fine, but from what I heard? The one that came before it went bad."
Real bad.
The tendrils (thankfully) don't seem outright aggressive. A nuisance, easily swatted away like bottom-feeders hoping for cast off scraps from larger predators. Maybe if she wasn't so entirely exhausted, Sombra would realize as much outright, instead of keeping her distance like something burned.
"Shame your first mission had to be this one..."