The screeching sound is enough to stall her out for a few microseconds, fingers curling in midair.

"Well I'm not now."

Not with that noise coming from her efforts. Or from that view of how he's changed the kitten to match her appearance, which 1: amazing, and 2: entirely unfair. Couple that with his talk of being leashed, and Sombra's mood is on a slow, sliding decline.

"But you could do both, if you wanted to."