"Nap?!" Tracer blurts indignantly, practically jumping free of the mess of flesh the second Sombra gets her free. A cool head is hard to keep when you nearly witness yourself being eaten alive, after all. Her heart hammers in her chest, and she so badly wants to go off on her companion, but as expected...

There's more important things to worry about. She holds her pistols close, pivoting in place to make sure nothing else tries the same stunt.

"--nevermind. You got a better plan?" she offers, glancing up at where the sunlight streams in.