[ Okay but the idea of taping a printed out picture of Felix to the punching bag is exactly the sort of thing Sombra would do for a laugh, so obviously it sparks a similar little idea in her head when South says it. But that's a dumb little project for later, and instead Sombra circles back to South and, more specifically, the food. ]

Haha, I don't know, if he's that much of an asshole maybe his punching bag double deserves it.

[ Seemingly content to leave her tech nonsense aside for now, Sombra instead sets to ripping the packaging of dinner open - not impatient or aggressive, really, just careless. ]

I don't really cook, by the way. [ Sarcastic again, ] Just telling you now, so you don't get any housemaid fantasies.