That, she hadn't expected, and it shows on her face when she tilts her head to take him in— smirking conspiratorially just a beat later.

"Next time I won't have to." She doesn't know how long he'd been listening in, or how much he'd gleaned (how close she'd come to compromising), but in the end, she figures it doesn't really matter. Tugging up the first knife she'd stolen, Sombra holds it out to him as a gift.

If anyone deserves a trophy, it's him.