[ South nods her head to the side at the idea of the city exploding, she really doesn't have any argument against that when only a few months ago Sombra went and fell down a fucking sinkhole.

And anyway she's immediately distracted by the kiss, no matter how short it is—it's about all she can pay attention to for that moment, both the taste and just the familiar feeling. That and the flirting... yeah, there she is. Fuck she's missed her. Getting attached sucks when people can vanish but at least this time, for the first fucking time ever, that someone's come back. Unlike North or Carolina or York, unlike— unlike Ducky, and unlike the friends from the Rig she'll never see again... Sombra's actually back. ]

Yeah? You got any ideas how me, human fucking icebox, is gonna keep you warm on the go?