Eh. [ she nods her head to the side ] I could deny that.

[ But she doesn’t. ]

Freedom. Right. Just how much freedom we talking, here? [ ugh that’s actually the wrong way to word that, she pushes her free hand back through her hair ] I mean— last time I had to do the damn paperwork song and dance, we went real lenient. Bare fucking minimum. Freedom of movement, with money, with work…

[ She snorts softly, because she’s getting the feeling Sombra’s not exactly a traditional jobs kinda gal. ]

…all that kinda shit. Basically all it fuckin’ came down to was her taking the spare room in the apartment.

[ Of course, that was a contract written up with someone she knew better and had reason to trust not to get her in trouble, but well. She’s not actually eager to actually impose fucking rules on someone, because fuck this city’s shit, nor does she even have the leverage to if she did. The power’s really in Sombra’s hands, here. ]

I don’t think it’s possible to get more lax than that, but it can be that lax again.