[ As they step inside and Sombra starts picking stuff out, South just thinks: oh she's a real tech type. Not that she wasn't already getting the sense already between you know, everything, but still. What she's buying is going to go totally over South's head, but she doesn't need to understand what's being bought to hold onto it. Or to pay for it.
So she takes what Sombra hands her and watches her as she collects her various bits and pieces. ]
[ There'd have been a comment about letting South carry her where ever she likes later, in that case, but Sombra's attention has already shifted. Although she doesn't seem to have a list, there isn't a lot of deliberation when she's picking things out - this clearly isn't her first time building a machine, and she clearly knows what sort of build she's going for. Extra clear when a salesperson tries to "help" and Sombra shuts him down so quickly that he slinks away from her, frowning.
And no, South really doesn't need to understand what the hell the parts are in order to hold or buy them. Sombra's lack of explanation for any of them is a pretty good indication that she agrees. ]
Annnnd- [ Said as she places a case with some little screwdrivers in it on top of the growing pile, ] These. And also, this monitor. [ With her now hands free, she pats the top of a box on the shelf beside her. ] And that's it! For my tech, for now.
[ South doesn’t quite bite back all of her snickering when that salesperson gets so immediately brushed off and wanders off like he’s got his tail between his legs or something. ]
For now. [ she shakes her head, and makes sure she’s not going to like drop shit actually getting it over to a counter to pay for it all ] Can’t even jokingly ask if you’re sure ‘cause watching you there’s no way you’re not.
[ There's a smirking Sombra behind the pile of things South's holding, somewhere. ]
I always know what I'm doing.
[ Or at least, she always makes sure it looks like she does. But that's neither here nor there because right now, yeah, she's sure, and she happily lets South take care of the expenses for her. The clerk still doesn't seem very enthused by Sombra, but he does at least provide a bag for things. It's something. ]
Come on, I need a pillow that isn't trash. [ And she's off again, expecting South to keep up as she flicks open her map again. Her other dots are quite close, now that they're in a bit of a little shopping area - although there is one dot that, if South's paying attention, she might notice is laid right where the Up housing is. ] Then food that may or may not be trash, that one we'll have to find out.
[ At least keeping up with her isn't exactly hard for someone with legs as long as South's, even if she fell behind she wouldn't be there for long. She catches the dot over the Up housing, it's about the only one she can pin to a location she definitely knows. ]
New place. [ She answers distractedly, seeming to have forgotten (for now) her little game of forcing South to lead when she's the one with the map, as she navigates now on her own. ] You know, since I haven't been allowed [ sarcastic air quotes ] to buy things up here on my own before. Haven't figured out yet if it's actually Mexican, or just American trash.
[ Spoiler alert(s): it's more American trash, and also she's going to end up getting and eating it anyway.
But before that, pillow time. And to her credit, Sombra does, in fact, only pick out one pillow in the little department store she brings them to next. Well, one new pillow, a purple (can you tell she likes purple, South?) pillowcase with a little skull pattern on it, and also a bottle of neon pink nail polish she sees on a shelf they pass by. ]
I'll carry these. [ You know, the fluffy pillow and tiny bottle. ] They might be too heavy for you.
Good call. Those might be pushing my limits a bit.
[ She could not sound more dry and deadpan if she tried. She doesn't even break it to snort, she fully commits.
There is so much love for purple between them and that does quietly amuse her, honestly. She had a period where she kinda abandoned the colour for a while after North vanished, but she's back at it now; it's been her colour since long before the Project after all, she's been dying her hair purple since she was a kid. She just sticks to the ends instead of the whole head, these days. ]
[ 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.
[ Aka: let's see how far South's patience stretches. It's both extremely variable and yet never particularly high, there's a reason she never actually favoured stealth missions for herself. Too slow. ]
C'mon, come judge my boring ass apartment. Hopefully the neighbours aren't around to fuckin' hijack me.
[ Wash she for some reason cares about you but so help her god if you spot her bringing Sombra back and choose now to jump on the 'hey you're out of jail', she will lose her mind. And if Felix shows his face she'll just fuckin punch him, so.
She automatically slips to take the lead on the way to the dom tower, since y'know, it's where she lives and all. ]
[ Stealth and recon is kind of Sombra's thing (not that she's been entirely upfront about that but, well, that also sort of comes with the territory), it's not difficult to tell which of the two of them has more patience than the other. But she seems happy with that, and she laughs when South describes her apartment in such a bland sort of light. ]
Hah, you telling me you're not an interior decorator? [ It's okay, Sombra's "decorations" are sort of... well they're something. Give Sombra some time to take over, South, then you'll see. ] And what's wrong with your neighbours?
[ It's just as well South picks up the lead - even though Sombra knows damn well where they're headed, she'd been about to slip back into making South guide her anyway. ]
Do I look like I know anything about like, throw pillows and shit? [ is that all she thinks interior decorating is or is she being a shit, could go either way ] Anyway my neighbour's a friend of mine, and he was on my ass about contract shit. Plus his sub's just an asshole.
[ Says the self-proclaimed bitch, but Felix is arguably a different level and also has personally pissed her off soooo.
She can navigate back to the Dom tower on auto-pilot at this point. She's up on the 8th floor and chances are Wash won't come bother her, but she's still going to keep an eye out. Just in case. ]
Aw, you don't want to introduce your friend to your new contract partner? [ The "hurt" in her voice is so dipped in sarcasm that it's pretty well impossible to miss that she's joking, but. She does give a cursory glance to the door across the hall once they get to the right floor, more curious than anything else. ]
Who is he? And his asshole sub?
[ Incidentally, Felix is already on her radar because of her previous snooping. She doesn't have much on him, just that he seems like a hostile loudmouth which, honestly, kind of makes Sombra want to poke at him when she gets the chance, but. She'll behave, for now. ]
Nah I'm just gonna pretend I just convinced the city to let me out. See how long he buys it for.
[ So, so dry, but she breaks it with a snort laugh this time. She glances across at Wash's door again as she shoulders open her own and walks in backwards. ]
His name's Wash, friend from home. Asshole sub's Felix.
[ Also from home, decidedly not a friend.
She holds the door open for Sombra with her foot. Her apartment is, in fact, boring. There's a couple beer bottles she didn't clear up before getting dragged to jail, a shirt thrown over a chair here, stuff like that, but it's largely the same as when she arrived. The only real personal belongings in the place is a punching bag in one corner of the main room, and a small carved compass rose with the N for north replaced by an S for south—and that one's not in the main space at all, it's in her bedroom. ]
[ A stupid prank instead of an introduction, of course Sombra immediately appreciates that. ]
I'll stay quiet while you psychologically terrorize him, then. Ah, gracias.
[ And she slips in when South, more burdened with things than she is, holds the door open for her. It's the first time she's actually been inside one of these apartments (although she's dug up some blueprints, so she kind of had an idea of what to expect), so without further invitation the curiosity takes over and she's happily inside looking about. Pokes a few things without thinking, curious, and quickly finds herself beside the punching bag. ]
Haha, ever imagine Felix's face when you're using this? You know, just- [ While Sombra hasn't really given South much prior indication of a familiarity with fighting, when she hits the punching bag she does it with a fist (more specifically, a fist while wearing acrylic nails) that she clearly knows how to make, and her form is, tellingly, not terrible. Her accompanying little hyah noise is intentionally silly though, and it turns into a giggle. ] Or is that too bad?
[ The little 'hyah' does make South laugh under her breath as she sets the stuff she's carrying down. She takes note of the familiarity with throwing a punch, too. ]
I actually got fuckin' encouraged to punch that thing whilst imagining Felix when he really pissed me off [ sort of, Drake technically just encouraged her to punch the bag at all ] sooo...
I think printing out a fuckin' picture to tape to it would be where it went a little too far.
[ Has she seriously considered it or is she just joking? Who's to say. ]
[ 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.
[ South bites back more laughter so it only comes out as a snort, because fuck if that isn’t funny when her partner’s a housemaid of some description back in her world. ]
I cook like a handful of things and still order takeout half the time, [ she slumps into a seat with her own food ] so as long as your don’t expect more than me picking up the takeout tab when you’re around, I think we’re even.
[ Of course whenever Ducky’s over she tends to cook something, but she’s not getting into that right now. ]
[ Sombra's not familiar enough with Ducky yet to know what they may or may not have in common - South is probably a better judge on that one, and can likely already tell that Sombra adds... well, something different anyway. ]
Even.
[ The fridge will be half filled with energy drinks and Sombra's snacks will be in every random cupboard before the month is out, but those are eating habits South's just going to have to find out on her own, because Sombra doesn't offer them upfront. Either way, she seems happy enough with take out so she sits, cross legged the way she does when she's at her desk, to eat with South. A couple bites in, ]
Ay, dios mío, [ A muffled laugh, and in spite of the description she's about to give, she actually sounds pleased, as though maybe she means it in the good terrible food way, ] This is terrible.
[ When she does start filling the fridge and cupboards up with her own stuff, Sombra will find that the state of South's food supplies is... mixed. There are actual ingredients for and occasionally leftovers from proper meals, but mostly there's easy-to-prepare, slap-on-a-timer-and-wait foods, lots of snacks (including a fair supply of beef jerky), and a lot of sports drinks, beer and soda in the fridge.
Also, there's an alcohol cabinet still full of a variety of stuff that came with the place, the whiskey and vodka the only things that have really been touched. ]
So-bad-it's-good, huh?
[ She picks at her own, though her attention and amusement is on Sombra. ]
[ Oh good, she hasn't noticed the contents of the alcohol cabinet yet, but it's likely that a few things in there, after a bit of time, will also be touched. For now, she has her very informal dinner which truly, is all she really wants right now.
Food wise, anyway. Her other wants are, obviously, in a heap where South left them. She'll get to her latest build after. ]
Sí, that. [ Still, Sombra sort of fails to come off as the culinary, fine dining sort. ] Kind of what you expect outside Mexico, though.
Man, you should taste some of the shit you get on like— space stations. Fucking terrible stuff. Still stuff my face with it though.
[ The further out from a terraformed planet you get the more you’re relying on artificially produced stuff or other kinds of things that can be made to last a while in transport. Sometimes a space station’s in orbit over an actual colony, which is a bit different, but often they’re above uninhabited moons and planets or even in goddamned asteroid belts. ]
You know, I want to say no gracias to that because you make it sound like extreme airplane food, but on the other hand- hah, space station food sounds like the sort of thing you should try at least once if you have the chance.
[ So space station food and everything she's sure surrounds those circumstances are points of interest that she files away in her analytical brain - to ask more about later, because right now, she's a little distracted with dinner. It's good enough for her and, in spite of her little complaints, it's extremely likely that South will be hassled into buying it for her again in the future.
After she's finished, Sombra takes a moment to sigh and do a little stretch, sliding a bit off the seat of her chair as she leans her head back, coloured hair spilling over her shoulder when she turns her head towards where her tech is. She babbles something about it in Spanish, what sounds like a checklist she's repeating for herself and not South, before she's turning purple eyes back to South when she realizes she didn't even ask- ]
Oh, yeah [ she swallows one of the last few bites of her food ] not like I like, bought it or anything, but one came with the place. Dunno how good it is like— I dunno, space wise, or whatever, but.
[ Vague gesturing. It exists. ]
You can fuck with how shit's organised as much as you want, too, obviously; not like anyone else is gonna use the room. Haven't even touched it except to tidy up when 'Lina vanished.
No hay problema, you can just buy me a new one if it's trash.
[ There's a playful sort of tone to her voice when she says that, but at the same time, she did also just put a weekly presents for herself condition in a legally binding contract earlier today, so yeah, she is probably (definitely) not kidding.
Sliding off the chair and onto her feet now that she's satisfied with food (and her little stretches), Sombra's wandering off again on a self-guided tour. She knows which door should be hers, and yet, watch as she opens every other door first anyway. ]
Who's Lina? [ As if she doesn't already know who Agent Carolina is. ] Your last contract partner?
[ Snort. ] You need any other furniture for the room, let me know. I haven't exactly been kitting this place out.
[ Which is you know, obvious as Sombra looks around, the punching bag really is the only thing she's added to the place. She's entertained more exercise equipment, but mostly she just hits the gyms for that and does other workouts at home.
She sits up and watches Sombra explore. ]
But yeah, she was. She wasn't living with me that long, really, couple weeks. Knew each other from home, figured signing would keep shit simple. Painless. Then she vanished sooo, whatcha gonna do.
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True. Though carrying you is way more fun.
[ As they step inside and Sombra starts picking stuff out, South just thinks: oh she's a real tech type. Not that she wasn't already getting the sense already between you know, everything, but still. What she's buying is going to go totally over South's head, but she doesn't need to understand what's being bought to hold onto it. Or to pay for it.
So she takes what Sombra hands her and watches her as she collects her various bits and pieces. ]
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And no, South really doesn't need to understand what the hell the parts are in order to hold or buy them. Sombra's lack of explanation for any of them is a pretty good indication that she agrees. ]
Annnnd- [ Said as she places a case with some little screwdrivers in it on top of the growing pile, ] These. And also, this monitor. [ With her now hands free, she pats the top of a box on the shelf beside her. ] And that's it! For my tech, for now.
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[ South doesn’t quite bite back all of her snickering when that salesperson gets so immediately brushed off and wanders off like he’s got his tail between his legs or something. ]
For now. [ she shakes her head, and makes sure she’s not going to like drop shit actually getting it over to a counter to pay for it all ] Can’t even jokingly ask if you’re sure ‘cause watching you there’s no way you’re not.
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I always know what I'm doing.
[ Or at least, she always makes sure it looks like she does. But that's neither here nor there because right now, yeah, she's sure, and she happily lets South take care of the expenses for her. The clerk still doesn't seem very enthused by Sombra, but he does at least provide a bag for things. It's something. ]
Come on, I need a pillow that isn't trash. [ And she's off again, expecting South to keep up as she flicks open her map again. Her other dots are quite close, now that they're in a bit of a little shopping area - although there is one dot that, if South's paying attention, she might notice is laid right where the Up housing is. ] Then food that may or may not be trash, that one we'll have to find out.
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[ At least keeping up with her isn't exactly hard for someone with legs as long as South's, even if she fell behind she wouldn't be there for long. She catches the dot over the Up housing, it's about the only one she can pin to a location she definitely knows. ]
Trying a new place, or just undecided?
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[ Spoiler alert(s): it's more American trash, and also she's going to end up getting and eating it anyway.
But before that, pillow time. And to her credit, Sombra does, in fact, only pick out one pillow in the little department store she brings them to next. Well, one new pillow, a purple (can you tell she likes purple, South?) pillowcase with a little skull pattern on it, and also a bottle of neon pink nail polish she sees on a shelf they pass by. ]
I'll carry these. [ You know, the fluffy pillow and tiny bottle. ] They might be too heavy for you.
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Good call. Those might be pushing my limits a bit.
[ She could not sound more dry and deadpan if she tried. She doesn't even break it to snort, she fully commits.
There is so much love for purple between them and that does quietly amuse her, honestly. She had a period where she kinda abandoned the colour for a while after North vanished, but she's back at it now; it's been her colour since long before the Project after all, she's been dying her hair purple since she was a kid. She just sticks to the ends instead of the whole head, these days. ]
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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.
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Guess we'll see where the mood takes us, huh?
[ Aka: let's see how far South's patience stretches. It's both extremely variable and yet never particularly high, there's a reason she never actually favoured stealth missions for herself. Too slow. ]
C'mon, come judge my boring ass apartment. Hopefully the neighbours aren't around to fuckin' hijack me.
[ Wash she for some reason cares about you but so help her god if you spot her bringing Sombra back and choose now to jump on the 'hey you're out of jail', she will lose her mind. And if Felix shows his face she'll just fuckin punch him, so.
She automatically slips to take the lead on the way to the dom tower, since y'know, it's where she lives and all. ]
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Hah, you telling me you're not an interior decorator? [ It's okay, Sombra's "decorations" are sort of... well they're something. Give Sombra some time to take over, South, then you'll see. ] And what's wrong with your neighbours?
[ It's just as well South picks up the lead - even though Sombra knows damn well where they're headed, she'd been about to slip back into making South guide her anyway. ]
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Do I look like I know anything about like, throw pillows and shit? [ is that all she thinks interior decorating is or is she being a shit, could go either way ] Anyway my neighbour's a friend of mine, and he was on my ass about contract shit. Plus his sub's just an asshole.
[ Says the self-proclaimed bitch, but Felix is arguably a different level and also has personally pissed her off soooo.
She can navigate back to the Dom tower on auto-pilot at this point. She's up on the 8th floor and chances are Wash won't come bother her, but she's still going to keep an eye out. Just in case. ]
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Aw, you don't want to introduce your friend to your new contract partner? [ The "hurt" in her voice is so dipped in sarcasm that it's pretty well impossible to miss that she's joking, but. She does give a cursory glance to the door across the hall once they get to the right floor, more curious than anything else. ]
Who is he? And his asshole sub?
[ Incidentally, Felix is already on her radar because of her previous snooping. She doesn't have much on him, just that he seems like a hostile loudmouth which, honestly, kind of makes Sombra want to poke at him when she gets the chance, but. She'll behave, for now. ]
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Nah I'm just gonna pretend I just convinced the city to let me out. See how long he buys it for.
[ So, so dry, but she breaks it with a snort laugh this time. She glances across at Wash's door again as she shoulders open her own and walks in backwards. ]
His name's Wash, friend from home. Asshole sub's Felix.
[ Also from home, decidedly not a friend.
She holds the door open for Sombra with her foot. Her apartment is, in fact, boring. There's a couple beer bottles she didn't clear up before getting dragged to jail, a shirt thrown over a chair here, stuff like that, but it's largely the same as when she arrived. The only real personal belongings in the place is a punching bag in one corner of the main room, and a small carved compass rose with the N for north replaced by an S for south—and that one's not in the main space at all, it's in her bedroom. ]
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I'll stay quiet while you psychologically terrorize him, then. Ah, gracias.
[ And she slips in when South, more burdened with things than she is, holds the door open for her. It's the first time she's actually been inside one of these apartments (although she's dug up some blueprints, so she kind of had an idea of what to expect), so without further invitation the curiosity takes over and she's happily inside looking about. Pokes a few things without thinking, curious, and quickly finds herself beside the punching bag. ]
Haha, ever imagine Felix's face when you're using this? You know, just- [ While Sombra hasn't really given South much prior indication of a familiarity with fighting, when she hits the punching bag she does it with a fist (more specifically, a fist while wearing acrylic nails) that she clearly knows how to make, and her form is, tellingly, not terrible. Her accompanying little hyah noise is intentionally silly though, and it turns into a giggle. ] Or is that too bad?
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[ The little 'hyah' does make South laugh under her breath as she sets the stuff she's carrying down. She takes note of the familiarity with throwing a punch, too. ]
I actually got fuckin' encouraged to punch that thing whilst imagining Felix when he really pissed me off [ sort of, Drake technically just encouraged her to punch the bag at all ] sooo...
I think printing out a fuckin' picture to tape to it would be where it went a little too far.
[ Has she seriously considered it or is she just joking? Who's to say. ]
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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.
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[ South bites back more laughter so it only comes out as a snort, because fuck if that isn’t funny when her partner’s a housemaid of some description back in her world. ]
I cook like a handful of things and still order takeout half the time, [ she slumps into a seat with her own food ] so as long as your don’t expect more than me picking up the takeout tab when you’re around, I think we’re even.
[ Of course whenever Ducky’s over she tends to cook something, but she’s not getting into that right now. ]
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Even.
[ The fridge will be half filled with energy drinks and Sombra's snacks will be in every random cupboard before the month is out, but those are eating habits South's just going to have to find out on her own, because Sombra doesn't offer them upfront. Either way, she seems happy enough with take out so she sits, cross legged the way she does when she's at her desk, to eat with South. A couple bites in, ]
Ay, dios mío, [ A muffled laugh, and in spite of the description she's about to give, she actually sounds pleased, as though maybe she means it in the good terrible food way, ] This is terrible.
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[ When she does start filling the fridge and cupboards up with her own stuff, Sombra will find that the state of South's food supplies is... mixed. There are actual ingredients for and occasionally leftovers from proper meals, but mostly there's easy-to-prepare, slap-on-a-timer-and-wait foods, lots of snacks (including a fair supply of beef jerky), and a lot of sports drinks, beer and soda in the fridge.
Also, there's an alcohol cabinet still full of a variety of stuff that came with the place, the whiskey and vodka the only things that have really been touched. ]
So-bad-it's-good, huh?
[ She picks at her own, though her attention and amusement is on Sombra. ]
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Food wise, anyway. Her other wants are, obviously, in a heap where South left them. She'll get to her latest build after. ]
Sí, that. [ Still, Sombra sort of fails to come off as the culinary, fine dining sort. ] Kind of what you expect outside Mexico, though.
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Man, you should taste some of the shit you get on like— space stations. Fucking terrible stuff. Still stuff my face with it though.
[ The further out from a terraformed planet you get the more you’re relying on artificially produced stuff or other kinds of things that can be made to last a while in transport. Sometimes a space station’s in orbit over an actual colony, which is a bit different, but often they’re above uninhabited moons and planets or even in goddamned asteroid belts. ]
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[ So space station food and everything she's sure surrounds those circumstances are points of interest that she files away in her analytical brain - to ask more about later, because right now, she's a little distracted with dinner. It's good enough for her and, in spite of her little complaints, it's extremely likely that South will be hassled into buying it for her again in the future.
After she's finished, Sombra takes a moment to sigh and do a little stretch, sliding a bit off the seat of her chair as she leans her head back, coloured hair spilling over her shoulder when she turns her head towards where her tech is. She babbles something about it in Spanish, what sounds like a checklist she's repeating for herself and not South, before she's turning purple eyes back to South when she realizes she didn't even ask- ]
You do have a desk in the spare room, right?
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Oh, yeah [ she swallows one of the last few bites of her food ] not like I like, bought it or anything, but one came with the place. Dunno how good it is like— I dunno, space wise, or whatever, but.
[ Vague gesturing. It exists. ]
You can fuck with how shit's organised as much as you want, too, obviously; not like anyone else is gonna use the room. Haven't even touched it except to tidy up when 'Lina vanished.
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[ There's a playful sort of tone to her voice when she says that, but at the same time, she did also just put a weekly presents for herself condition in a legally binding contract earlier today, so yeah, she is probably (definitely) not kidding.
Sliding off the chair and onto her feet now that she's satisfied with food (and her little stretches), Sombra's wandering off again on a self-guided tour. She knows which door should be hers, and yet, watch as she opens every other door first anyway. ]
Who's Lina? [ As if she doesn't already know who Agent Carolina is. ] Your last contract partner?
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[ Snort. ] You need any other furniture for the room, let me know. I haven't exactly been kitting this place out.
[ Which is you know, obvious as Sombra looks around, the punching bag really is the only thing she's added to the place. She's entertained more exercise equipment, but mostly she just hits the gyms for that and does other workouts at home.
She sits up and watches Sombra explore. ]
But yeah, she was. She wasn't living with me that long, really, couple weeks. Knew each other from home, figured signing would keep shit simple. Painless. Then she vanished sooo, whatcha gonna do.
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