I was a soldier. [ because clearly that's what's relevant here, not her being a brat ] And now I'm maybe a non-shiny-knight. Following orders comes with the territory.

[ Continued snark or not she takes the hint, lets Sombra encourage her exploration's direction and follows through when she leaves her to it again. Ghosts her fingertips over the flowery design, again, and spends long enough touching, kneading, through the material that Sombra could be forgiven for thinking she's still doing the 'letter of the law' thing—but no, she does, eventually, follow the band around to the back and unclasp it. Get her hands back on bare skin, fingers pressing, thumbs brushing over her nipples. See, she'll even follow the spirit of the orders—eventually. ]