I don't think you realize exactly what kind of friends they've made, Gabe. [It isn't often that she puts her foot down without budging to his face, but for this, she decides to make an exception. Punctuated when Sombra moves for his bathroom cabinet, wiping away bloodied spatters with her fingertips to reach the latch and tug it open. If he keeps any sort of first aid, logic dictates it'd be here.

And if nothing else, it keeps her busy.] I do.

I've seen it. [Her lips purse tightly, nails picking through pill bottles both empty and full. The hell does he even do with all of these?] You can always come back later after we've dealt with them. Framed somebody else for it. I don't know.

[She'll think of something; she always does.]