That was definitely something of note, though it also brought about a blooming of confusion. It was a relief that Talon was abiding by their agreement, but it made more questions rise in wake.

"You had the burning need to know what I do on Christmas?" Amélie stirred the chocolate concoction, spoon drawing out a brown mixture that looked almost as thick as ganache. A wordless gesture was made toward the cabinet where mugs could be found, an indication that Sombra should acquire a pair.

"Or have you been following me longer in a more undetectable manner?" It was hard to hunt a hunter.