The disappointed noise she makes in the back of her throats only highlights her dislike of his movement. Knowing better than to try and grab him, Sombra just watches him with dark eyes that flick over his form. She sucks on her bottom lip as he backs off, mulling over why he would suddenly change his mind. His recitation of his script makes her scoff quietly and shake her head.

"You're not supposed to have weapon access outside of mission prep either," she gestures at the revolver, brows knitting in annoyance. "You're welcome, by the way."