Sombra comes to a hard stop, heels dug into the earth (and it feels wrong, all of it), eyeline stuttering as her attention shifts—

"Cortana..."

Unlike Sombra's usual tone, something casual and withdrawn, this is more direct. Steady. Demanding. Not just because whatever's doing this seems to be feeding on her memories, but because she seems all too prone to bleeding them at the moment. Which means Sombra has to ask:

"Are you gonna be okay, manita."