"Nobody sends me anywhere I don't want to go." Sombra pointedly corrects, sounding more serious than usual as she turns on her heel to hunt down the thermostat— tracking the hum of electricity like a moth to a flame. "Not even Talon."

Especially not Talon.

By the time she's turned up the heat to something more her style (read: unseasonably warm) and returned, she's tugged the towel high over her head.