Sombra's tone is flippant, but she's already hauling out her holographic keyboard, plugging a high-tech fuchsia dongle into a particular spot on the console, and getting to work.
"You didn't tell him about the invisibility? I'm hurt."
She's not hurt. She's working on getting her tech to interface with whatever godforsaken assembly this institution -- Empire, Cassian called it the Empire -- managed to claw out of mass-produced junk.
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Sombra's tone is flippant, but she's already hauling out her holographic keyboard, plugging a high-tech fuchsia dongle into a particular spot on the console, and getting to work.
"You didn't tell him about the invisibility? I'm hurt."
She's not hurt. She's working on getting her tech to interface with whatever godforsaken assembly this institution -- Empire, Cassian called it the Empire -- managed to claw out of mass-produced junk.
Dios mío.