He's faster than she'd expected. Which somehow isn't as much of a revelation as it could be: in the Legion, most everyone's quick. Smart. Strong. There's always an advantage to be leveled, not like back home where lackeys and hired guards were a dime a dozen.

So instead of exhausting herself trying to get away from his swipe, Sombra leans into it, lets him grab her with a heavy armored hand and closes her own around it. If she wasn't certain it'd fail (he isn't distracted, and she can't exactly execute a clean hack without fully devoting herself to it) she'd try to shut him down right then and there, but Felix is winding up again.

And there's no forgetting how dangerous that is.

"Tú piensa que es tan suave." Her translocator's snapped out, thrown just over the Meta's shoulder to ricochet off the wall nearby - a flash of violet as she teleports to it, freeing up a clear shot for her compatriots, and firing off a few of her own at Felix in a bid at keeping him from talking. "How annoying."