"Just...sit down." It's said with a tolerant sort of exasperation and a slight upwards curl at the corner of her mouth; approving, but maybe not obviously so. He's clearly paid a high price to get his hands on Felix.

She doesn't mention that she's left him locked up somewhere else at the moment, Taylor deserves pride in his victory.

From there, Sombra buries herself in trying to dislodge the paneling, bit by diligent bit, ignoring any streaks of crimson.