Not *that* on guard. Sombra's loyalty to talon was always seen as fickle. A good kid surrounded by bad apples.

"No. You're the one with the uniforms. The one on overwatch."

He's aware.

"Sure. Sure- but- doc.

Ya need a break. Kids're out there, having fun, getting drinks, working out.

You're a human too, remember?"

He comments, fishing the pile of papers from the table. With a low snort.

"..."

The silence is kept a moment longer.

Before his own posture deflates, with a low giggle as he removes the ballistic mask, hanging it at his hip.

"I'm only fucking with ya, Colomar.

You thought for a sec. How come you're in uniform, ¿are you messing with Winston?"

"The paperwork- not the place, Doctor.

The grind's been takin' you out, hasn't it?"

Whom?

Heels together, trooper,- And that's 76, SIR. What rank are ya, kid?

"Have you seen our little Motley crew?

Let me lend a hand. Which of these can shortcut to admin?"

"Yeah, just my old back- get a move on, big man. Lacroix might see ya coming. Or the maniac with the bow."

A pat of his side. Before breaking into a sprint.

He is... really nimble for a man his age.

"Icanmoveoutofthew-"

Op. Crack. He stretches his back on the hook.

"God, you dick, I hope you get to your fifties alive. Move it. Come on."

"Pacifism can't exist in our situation. In your kinsmen's situation, Tekhartha.

To sit idly as you got stomped and shot, would've been the same as enacting that violence.

I don't think you're a pacifist. But I don't see ya as bloodthirsty-

- did Sombra hide my mug?"