Even as he drifts, her stare doesn't drop or falter for even a second. Years of practice when it comes to making questionable deals in dark, dark corners. This time it takes longer, the obvious scrutiny (based entirely in logical measurements: Locus' trauma versus his reality, the memories she'd seen and exactly where it lands now in comparison to Felix himself— and more importantly his offer) followed up by a shift in where she's standing so that she's facing him instead.

Disappointing, maybe, if not for the fact that Sombra uses it as a means to show him the full arc of her gun as she slides it into its holster with a soft, somber click.

You want to make a deal? Your turn, Felix.