[ South folds her arms loosely as she watches her fuss with the damaged fishnets, shaking her head. It's true, by now seeing Sombra naked is just... normal, and though her gaze never gets less appreciative, though Sombra can still somehow get her to do just about anything by offering to strip, sometimes it's just... comfortable familiarity.

There's a soft snort, as Sombra steps closer again and South wraps her arms back around her, ] Wherever you fuckin' left them, I didn't go rooting around in your stuff you know.