"I can compensate tactically for the weakness, but if it gets worse, don't lie to me." They're sharing time in Sombra's head, after all, and Cortana can feel a phantom sting in her equally phantom side, echoed from Sombra's nervous system.

"Let's see about finding someplace to hole up for a while." Maybe someplace with an opening too small for any hulking monsters with weird complexes and mouthy friends. Up springs a hologram showing a map of what Cortana can detect of their surroundings with the omnicomm's sensors.

A maze of twisty passages, all alike. Hopefully they won't run into any more grues for a while.