[ The whiplash of going from the light little touches and looking a little too attentively at Sombra's parted lips to being— booped? On the nose? Results in a rather comical series of expressions from South, going from crossed eyes trying to follow the gesture to what can only be described as an 'oh, you little...' expression with a few steps in-between.

On one hand, weirdly cute, on the other, Sombra, please. South shakes her head and rolls her eyes dramatically, turning again to watch her stretching out on the bed. ]

Top fuckin' quality. [ beat ] Literally, actually.

[ Honestly fucking in any bed is kind of a luxury after the places you tend to fuck when you've either shared a room with your brother or barracks with a bunch of other soldiers for like, your whole life, basically, but still. ]