Oh, I will.

[ They haven't known each other long, but really, has Sombra given any indication so far that she's at all shy with her demands? ]

Painless. [ Said as she quietly recalls some of the things she's learned about Carolina on her own, and also as she disappears into the room she's claiming as hers. She's still talking though, whether or not South follows. ] Guess it makes sense, I'd contract my friends from home too if I could. [ And, with a laugh, ] I don't think Gabe would like my condition about the presents, though. [ He might also protest to being called her friend, but hey, that part's neither here nor there.

While she chats, Sombra is also doing a couple things. First, she's wiggling out of her sweater and throwing it onto the bed, leaving her in that same low cut (and apparently, cropped) tank top she'd been wearing in her earlier video correspondence. Second, she's found the computer chair and she's sitting in it, spinning as she rolls across the room. ]

Hmmm... [ The spinning hasn't quite stopped yet, but, ] I can take the arms off this one for now, but I need a better chair.