It's such a quick spark, that comment. A match held up to her curiosity, enough that Sombra snaps her head up entirely of her own volition, foregoing the gentle teasing she'd intended to put him through for at least the next minute.

"Compulsion." She knew it. She knew it - there was something about Felix's arguments that'd stuck too well, dug too deep. She'd liked him, listened to him in spite of the fact that she'd sworn with vindictive pride to Wash himself that she'd put a bullet between Felix's eyes if he ever turned up.

For a little while Sombra wondered if this was all in her head, if he really was just that good.

"Did you feel it, too?"