There's a mirrored chuckle on her own end, shoulders shrugging as though it's all casual, the circumstances they've found themselves in: like cheering for opposite teams at a sporting event rather than a life or death scenario running on an active timer.

Speaking of which...

"Lo siento mucho, dragón. We've all got our parts to play in this." With a gentle sort of care, Sombra lifts the little kitten up onto her shoulder to let it clamber around, her own clawed fingers turning back towards the panel in front of her - nearing the end of her efforts in bringing down remote security failsafes.

"You don't seem so bad to me, though."