She is sinuous in every sense of the world, rising with a ruffled waterfall of dark hair and a subtle, lean roll of muscle along her back and shoulders. Small, smaller even than him, but strong.

Zenyatta hums in amusement.

"If I had second thoughts," he answers, "I would not be here at all. I trust you."

It is, perhaps, the most foolish offer an omnic could possibly make- his body, his brain, in the hands of Talon's most notorious hacker- but it is a true and honest gesture. Without a moment of hesitation he settles down on the bed beside her and, head cocked playfully to one side, kicks his sandals off with a flourish. "Unless you are the one with a change of heart?"