[ She's arguably too familiar with healed bullet wounds, there's far too many on her own body, and so that detail gets filed away alongside Sombra's ability to throw a decent punch. She's got her shallow theories forming on what Sombra's deal is based on what little information she has so far, but there's no chance in hell of those theories staying at the forefront of her mind right now.

Nope, much more focused on the fact Sombra's pulling her down with her and making sure she doesn't outright flatten the far smaller woman. She braces herself on her forearms, keeps her knees in the bed as she settles happily between her legs. Look, wherever Sombra wants her, she's going to go with it, right now, she has zero complaints to offer.

Not that she'd even bother to voice them if she did, probably, because making out with Sombra's a far more interesting way to be using her mouth right now, too. And whilst she does just that, with one arm still supporting her she shifts the other, hand roaming up the exposed skin to the material of the bra, fingertips brushing over the floral patterns, you know, as if that's what she's interested in here. ]