"I do not want any witnesses," Sombra says, sliding across the floor after the mouse, tossing her last translocator just ahead of it.

"Uno momentito."

She has just enough time to hack the little thing and make it a) disable its visual and audio monitoring systems and b) follow her back to the ship like a tame little . . . mouse.

"Coming!" she sings out over comms, making her very rapid -- and invisible -- way back to the ship.