[It's scoffed out, tip of her tongue hitting the back of her teeth as she scoots back on her heels, away from his outstretched hand to reach for a cable hook up housed at the side port of her desk.] Of course I can use it.
I can use everything, mijo.
[Still, while her back is turned— bony veridian patterning most visible in the shadows that hit between her shoulderblades— while his isn't, there's something to be recognized there, if he's paid attention to the wreckage left behind in the war's wake: most of the arrangement distinctly mimics omnic patterning. Not as outdated, but undeniably present all the same. For all the hardware she's picked apart, screwing around inside the heads of any wayward omnics isn't exactly her MO.
After all, she's a hacker, not an engineer.
When Sombra comes around again, plug in hand, there's a helpful little flick of clawed fingers to shoo him away from her workspace.]
no subject
[It's scoffed out, tip of her tongue hitting the back of her teeth as she scoots back on her heels, away from his outstretched hand to reach for a cable hook up housed at the side port of her desk.] Of course I can use it.
I can use everything, mijo.
[Still, while her back is turned— bony veridian patterning most visible in the shadows that hit between her shoulderblades— while his isn't, there's something to be recognized there, if he's paid attention to the wreckage left behind in the war's wake: most of the arrangement distinctly mimics omnic patterning. Not as outdated, but undeniably present all the same. For all the hardware she's picked apart, screwing around inside the heads of any wayward omnics isn't exactly her MO.
After all, she's a hacker, not an engineer.
When Sombra comes around again, plug in hand, there's a helpful little flick of clawed fingers to shoo him away from her workspace.]