Lena's lost count of how long she's been running. She wasn't superhuman -- she was just a girl with an unfortunate medical condition that lent itself very well to field work when that field work involved beating down aggressive robotics that had grown too smart for their chassis. But she has been flitting about for too long, long enough that she'd needed to take a breather in between cutting the Faceless apart, and dodging the various guardians it seemed to be letting loose.

She'd been through enough of this wheelhouse to know what was going on around her was the potential death of several of their crewmates, and she wasn't about to abide by it as long as they had a chance of recovering them. The faster the hearts got taken out, the sooner they would be free of this mess.

She spots Sombra again, and feels some sense of relief flood her -- finally, someone she recognized that wasn't a twisted amalgamation of their former selves. Her relief is short lived, and she doesn't have the recharge power to swoop in to rescue her from the sudden beast that seems to appear behind her without warning.

"Azúcar!" she cries (butchering her name in the process), pointing with her pistol -- there was no way she could take a shot without hitting her. "Behind you!"