She watches Zenyatta, deep violet eyes flicking over him as the world still looks upside-down. It feels appropriate for someone like the monk and the absent sounding comment on her looks makes her grin.

"Thank you." Sombra stretches, a gesture born of her own vanity as much as it's done for his benefit. A lazy wave disperses the vidscreen that she'd been glancing at, a shower of spark like pixels flickering over her skin as she sits up.

The augmentation along her spine glows faintly, the seams branching from it seeming to shift to actual tattoo work along her shoulders and arms.

"Last chance to back out, Zen."