"I've been a little busy watching something else." Is the response Sombra gives, busy stooping down to toe off the boots she'd brought along with her for the ride: civilian clothes don't happen all that often anymore - she's been too busy, both for herself and for Talon, and more often than not she still sports neon that telltale violet even on her days off.

But they're a long way out from any missions or allies, and she didn't want to be spotted right away as a familiar silhouette. Otherwise there wouldn't be shoes, and little damp footprints all over the house would be an inevitability.

Instead, the boots are set off neatly to the side; she keeps her heavy waistcoat on, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, flashing the edges of telltale circuitry. Propping herself in the doorway to watch, arms folded, comes afterwards.

"Intel gathering. You know how it is."