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[messwiththebest]

Some days a girl really just wants to tweak the noses of a few well-deserving corporate overlords!

This is probably why Sombra comes sliding into Milliways on her back, firing her machine pistol back at a very large mech suit that seems to be trying to come through the door.

Fortunately she also has a translocator ready to throw, and can slam the door closed a second later, without even having to stand up.

"I do so love a bracing escapade before coffee!"

Then Sombra hauls herself to her feet and saunters over to Bar, machine pistol slung casually over her shoulder. She'll get around to ordering her breakfast in a minute.

Probably.

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[explosive_artist]

Sabine reacts quickly, drawing blasters and ready, but it's all over too soon. So quickly in fact, she's a little shocked and is just holstering her blasters by the time Sombra joins her at the bar.

"That was some interesting tech."

[messwiththebest]

Sombra laughs, long and loud, with her head tilted back.

"Oh, chica, all of my tech is interesting. Or did you mean the clunky piloted suit?"

[explosive_artist]

"All of the above? That's an option right?" Sabine can't help the big grin that the laughter creates. "Of course, you wouldn't catch me in one of those suits unless I had to face an AT-As or a Walker. Actually, I'm not sure even then. It'd have to have a good weapons system and move faster than it looked."

[messwiththebest]

"I will certainly not disallow it!"

Where would be the fun in that?

"I would ask what an AT-AT is, but I think I've seen some of those -- though not in person, of course. Are they two-legged or four?"

[explosive_artist]

"AT-AS," Sabine corrects. "That's the two legged ones, designed for scouting. AT-ATs, or Walkers, are the four legged ones. They have more armor, so unless that suit really has an impressive payload, I'd just make myself scarce."

"Assuming I were to try something, which I wouldn't."

Naturally, right?

[messwiththebest]

Sombra beams.

"I would just hack it!"

What?

"And then use it to cover my escape. If I were the type to do things that required escape."

Which no one here ever would, right?

Right!

[explosive_artist]

"Which of course you aren't."

"I haven't been in one, but I'm pretty sure the controls are more mechanical than computer controlled. Might prove a problem, hypothetically."

Assuming Bar's translated 'hack' as 'slice' correctly at least.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's drinking some caf at a table when she arrives and applauds, "Lovely entrance. Was that a droid following you?"

[messwiththebest]

Sombra reaches out to ruffle Cassian's hair, laughing low in her throat.

"Just a man in a suit. Omnics are not allowed in Russia!"

Which is what makes her new friend's actions so absolutely delicious. And useful. The head of Volskaya Industries receiving advanced tech from actual omnics? Scandal!

[childofrebellion]

The ruffle and her laugh make him smile as he pushes out a chair for her, "Impressive suit."

[messwiththebest]

Sombra hooks her foot around one leg of the chair, then throws herself into it in a careless sprawl.

"Hah, you say that now. It is less impressive and more annoying when it is trying to throw you into a wall."

[childofrebellion]

"I can see that. How's business?" He waves a rat over so she can order something.

[messwiththebest]

"Busy and fulfilling!"

Sombra beams, then turns her attention to the waitrat and orders fruit pastries and a cup of very strong, very black coffee.

"And your own work?"

[alec_swamp]

Alec notices the rather odd turn of events, and stares for a moment. "Does that happen often?" And if so, does it happen in here? He hopes not, but it's a violent world.

[messwiththebest]

Sombra tilts her head back and back, then spins around so she can better see who is speaking.

The sight of Alec is . . . unexpected. But she puts on a smile anyway, because why not!

"Which part? The mech suit, or the shooting, or the sliding across the floor on my back?"

[alec_swamp]

"The first two. I would think the third goes automatically with the other two parts." His voice is vaguely like wind through leaves, with a slight overlay of something darker, less human.

[messwiththebest]

Sombra works with Reaper, who is essentially a dead man turned into nanites and reconstituted into some kind of body.

Sort of.

"Not always. But in my line of work, yes. It is not an everyday occurrence, but it happens more often than it does not!"

[alec_swamp]

"Line of work?" He considers the outfit. "Metahuman? Wait. Is that a line of work?

"I guess I mean, superhero or supervillain?" He knows far too much about that world not to figure it's one or the other. Assuming he's not completely off.

[messwiththebest]

Sombra snorts, very loudly.

"Hah! No. We do not have those anymore, if Overwatch ever counted as such. I am simply an information broker, finding things out and seeing they make their way into the hands of the people that need to know them."

[iprotectyou]

"Soooombra!" Baze calls as he approaches, waving. He stops short before hw reaches her, however. Is he allowed to hug her? It's been so long, he can't remember. Hmm. Better err on the side of caution.

"How are you, my friend? Getting into trouble again, I see."

[messwiththebest]

"No more trouble than I can get out of," Sombra says, turning to Baze with an enormous smile and uplifted arms.

"What? Am I diseased?"

[iprotectyou]

Hooray! Baze gets a hug! Sombra is the best ever. He quickly wraps his arms around her, lifting her off her feet and shaking her gently back and forth. He reluctantly sets her down again and draws back to look at her, beaming.

"No, you're not, I just forgot whether you were okay with hugs! And that's your fault for being away for so long. I've grown to miss you, I really have," Baze teases, grinning down at her.

[messwiththebest]

"Oof!" Sombra squeezes back just as hard, leaning back against his arms because she can.

(He is highly unlikely to let her drop. Or break her ribs!)

"Maybe I was here invisibly, keeping an eye out on my nearest and dearest!"

She was very much not.

[iprotectyou]

Baze throws his head back and laughs, giving in to his amusement.

"Why do I not believe you?" he says, as his giggles taper off.

"So, what have your nearest and dearest been up to?"

[messwiththebest]

"I do not know, Baze! It is up to you to tell me."

What?

She laughs, though, stretching her arms above her head and then letting them relax back down.

"My friends back home are very dull in their everyday lives. They rely on me to liven things up!"

There is nothing more fun then teasing Reaper and Widowmaker. They hate it!