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[araignee_du_soir]

[Widowmaker had finally extracted herself from all the rigamarole that surrounded a new arrival to make her way to the Mess Hall. With a cup of something almost as blue as the color of her skin sitting on the table before her along with her rifle in its shorter Assault mode, she set the omnicom up so she didn't have to hold it in her hand.

What she did have in her hand was the ring they'd given her upon taking that oath. As if an oath was binding...]

I can certainly understand the need for a vetting process, but it appears to be rather pointless to subject would-be saviors to such repetitive examinations when the results do not change. What is the phrase...? [She idly rolled the ring between her fingers as she thought a moment.] Ah, yes. 'Beggars can't be choosers.'

Perhaps I am simply... special. [There was a slight upturn of her lips at that last word.]

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[vata]

[It's the slow blossom of a vicious grin that leaves a pause between Widowmaker's response and Sombra's own: the soft tap of her nails where they're curled around metal in her arms while her shoulders shrug ever so gently in absolute contentment. And agreement.

They're short on time - she needs to leave.

A flicker of visible, fractured code. Violet light fading away into nothingness, Sombra disappearing where she stands.] I'll leave you to it.

[A beat, and then:] Cheers, love.

[araignee_du_soir]

[Sombra was surely still close enough under her cloak to see the smile turn up just that much more at those parting words. She almost threw back her own parting phrase, but decided it best to prepare for Tracer. She could hear that annoying thing strapped to her chest already.]