"I know."

Ruining the moment with her own smugness, that's the Azúcar Sombra way. Which, carrying on that legacy: once Locus is finished tucking the knife away as a bright badge across the front of his armor, Sombra snakes her arm around his own and rests her head against him for good measure.

"I mean if I didn't we'd both be kind of screwed, right?"