It's a short ping— his warning as she closes in, careful about her movements as to keep from crossing his direct line of sight even with the advantage of stealth. A quick snap of translocation to his left shoulder, typically the weaker side for most: darting in to latch a hand onto his armor sans flourish, violet lines bleeding outwards to try and find purchase, hoping to shut him down in part or in whole.
"Didn't have much of a choice, a decir verdad." The strangeness of dislocation when she'd been torn from her world was enough to have her at least considering the idea, but it was Gabriel that solidified her decision in an instant. "My part— "
Sombra, what are you doing??
She's not this careless. Knows it intrinsically and well enough that when she hears herself talking she cinches her own teeth shut with effort. It's like too much wine and too little thought, but there's no real reason for it.
No real reason aside from the man in front of her, at least, and it's easier then for the start of suspicion to take hold alongside the set of her claws.
no subject
"Didn't have much of a choice, a decir verdad." The strangeness of dislocation when she'd been torn from her world was enough to have her at least considering the idea, but it was Gabriel that solidified her decision in an instant. "My part— "
Sombra, what are you doing??
She's not this careless. Knows it intrinsically and well enough that when she hears herself talking she cinches her own teeth shut with effort. It's like too much wine and too little thought, but there's no real reason for it.
No real reason aside from the man in front of her, at least, and it's easier then for the start of suspicion to take hold alongside the set of her claws.