"Maybe I don't need to ask." Is the response that comes naturally, her thumb reaching up to wipe a touch of chocolate from the corner of her mouth.

This is, after all, a vacation— she chose to come here, and her reasons for anything, observation or otherwise, are personal. Even in boredom or isolation or restlessness, whatever has her here, curled up in slowly-spreading warmth, Sombra always has a reason for taking action.

Or, in this case, not.