[ It's difficult to miss the amusement reflected in Sombra's face when South commits to the bit. What can she say, she likes it when someone allows her her little jokes.

Once paid for, the nail polish and pillowcase are slipped into her little backpack. The pillow gets tucked underneath an arm, she's checking her map with her free hand again, and for their final stop she's off again. The restaurant she's chosen is, in fact, Americanized food, and she does, in fact, still order whatever the hell she wants anyway. South can add whatever she wants too of course, seeing as she's, you know, paying for everything and all. ]

Okay. [ Turning on her heels to face South again, Sombra smiles up at her while their order is finished. ] Done. Which means, [ A step closer, the back of her hands that hold the pillow intentionally bumping South's thighs, ] You can take me home with you now, eat with me, and then you can do whatever else you want with me after. Or vice versa on that last one, up to you.