There's a pause, just barely perceptible, which means Cortana is taking her sweet time answering.

"It was looking for weak spots, Chief." So that's a yes, then. She sounds...not defeated, not exactly. Just mortally tired, alarming from an unsleeping AI.

"Azúcar was knocked out for almost an hour right at the beginning. It only took a few minutes for the thing to start in on me."

An hour represents a virtual eternity in AI time, alone with a familiar and unwelcome voice echoing in her head, Cortana's perfect computer memory a fearsome liability. Though the sensation had faded when Sombra came to, standing vigil over her sleeping partner in the lonely darkness had struck a little too close to home. Despite the knowledge it wasn't the Dawn and rampancy would no longer end her life, the fear that she would never see John again had still crept over her, icy fingers around the throat she doesn't have.

"I...didn't have a lot to keep me busy."