I'm a little short on people from home. But, [ Still spinning in the chair, Sombra again adds a little dazzle to the conversation: digital purple fireworks again, surrounding her as she spins. When she stops, it's because she's put a foot down to ground her just as the chair passes by South so she can face her while she finishes with a grin, ] Now I have you, and you have me.

[ And then there's laughter, as her little display sparkles out, and Sombra's back on her feet. She's made herself a little dizzy but she manages to keep herself steady on her feet anyway, her grin spreading as South's confession about old fantasies settles in. ]

Hah, do you have a lot of those? Old fantasies, that is. [ And, well, here she is in South's space again, looking up at her through (not) innocently batting eyelashes. ] Or new ones, I guess. [ That comment being punctuated not by digital sparkles but the press of curious fingertips to South's stomach, this time. Just a little touch, just because she can. It's fleeting, though, because she doesn't give South a chance to respond before she's snuggled in- ah, as she slips by South in the doorway to go back to the living room for her pillow and backpack.

After she's passed, ] I'd probably fuck my boss here too, I get it.