[Sombra doesn't bristle. She doesn't miss the ghost of a smirk either and it makes her frown just slightly. It's perhaps bad form to be unable to take what she dishes out, but all the same, she finds herself annoyed that now someone that doesn't play ball finds whatever is happening entertaining.

She takes a sip from her own tea, enjoying the floral taste. This tea house was one of the few authentic places in Night City, so it was always a nice indulgence. Her attention turns to his question.]

A few actually. What's the expected turnaround on this job? And are you the only guard I'll be expected to work with?