[She's disassembled locks, tried to disconnect whatever was within reach— but with the wind howling outside and snow turning her tech to useless frost whenever it's left unshielded from the cold, she's done...
Well, she's done a shitty job.
Squinting into the light, braced against the door and the storm beyond it— something heavy in her arms— she breathes out, coyly:] Hey there, Soldier.
[Second dates always go better than first ones, right?]
[So one hand has the flashlight--the other has a gun, but Jack is otherwise not dressed to entertain intruders. Not that he really cares about appearing to Sombra out of his tactical gear, as she knows full well who he is, but there is some effect lost at the sight of him out of it.
He'll have to make up for that fact by being as threatening as possible.]
[There's a slight pause (two seconds) for a cocked brow and a glance at his civilian arrangement, just before she remembers the clock is— literally— ticking: she purposefully hoists the device in her arms, shifting its weight as if aiming to show it off.]
I was in the neighborhood.
[It's like she can't resist being an ass, even now.]
[Yeah, Sombra in his back room with a strange device in her arms is not exactly what Jack wants to see today--for all he knows, that's some kind of bomb courtesy of Reaper, and every second he wastes talking to her is a second he could use getting that thing out of his house.
His only saving grace is that she probably doesn't want to blow herself up, though he can't discount the fact that she might have a trick up her sleeve.]
Put it on the floor.
[He'll helpfully gesture to the place that he wants it. With his gun.]
You didn't answer my question.
[Rather, she did not give an acceptable answer to his question.]
[There's a long pause after his command spent standing right where she is, watching his expression. Like a cat being scolded for sitting on the counter, Sombra's clearly slow to move.
...but after a few seconds, she exhales against cold air, setting the device down on the ground between them. A few clawed fingers— palm up— gesture towards it.]
[The tone of his voice says it all--hostile, disbelieving, but the fact that he hasn't actually fired his gun yet betrays a simple fact. He's trying not to start a fight if he can help it, though that may be because he's still under the impression that this is some kind of bomb.]
Please. [It's an impatient little puff of air, her eyes visibly rolling at the suggestion.] Do I look like the kind of person that feels like blowing herself up just to take out one very old target?
[There's a little pause before she adds, slyly:] I'm not Gabe.
[He won't, because he and Gabriel are not exactly on speaking terms. There's a coldness in his voice that lets her know it was not a very funny joke, and it's most certainly not appreciated, though it occurs to him that this is the closest he can get to Gabriel--at least Sombra is willing to entertain a conversation.
Jack isn't sure how he feels about that, but he supposes there's a more pressing issue in front of them.]
You really think I'm gonna let this in my house either way?
[There's her rebuttal x2, Jack. From there, she lifts her fingers, letting them splay as proof that she didn't come here to repeat their last encounter.] Besides, I'm unarmed, and it's freezing outside.
Might as well let me stay when you have the advantage, right?
[Jack pauses for a moment, not quite sure what she's trying to imply, but not liking it either way. He puts that aside, however, for the more immediate issue--Sombra in his house. There are a few things he could do here, namely, throw her out or take her prisoner, but the latter seems like more trouble than it's worth. Making her go away seems easier, but he already knows she's persistent. There's something she wants out of this, something worth the risk of breaking and entering enemy territory, and he has a feeling she isn't going to be deterred until she gets it.]
You might as well tell me what you want.
[Because he can get right down to business if the situation calls for it.]
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Well, she's done a shitty job.
Squinting into the light, braced against the door and the storm beyond it— something heavy in her arms— she breathes out, coyly:] Hey there, Soldier.
[Second dates always go better than first ones, right?]
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He'll have to make up for that fact by being as threatening as possible.]
You've got three seconds.
[And even that is generous.]
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I was in the neighborhood.
[It's like she can't resist being an ass, even now.]
Thought I'd stop by.
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His only saving grace is that she probably doesn't want to blow herself up, though he can't discount the fact that she might have a trick up her sleeve.]
Put it on the floor.
[He'll helpfully gesture to the place that he wants it. With his gun.]
You didn't answer my question.
[Rather, she did not give an acceptable answer to his question.]
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[There's a long pause after his command spent standing right where she is, watching his expression. Like a cat being scolded for sitting on the counter, Sombra's clearly slow to move.
...but after a few seconds, she exhales against cold air, setting the device down on the ground between them. A few clawed fingers— palm up— gesture towards it.]
I brought you a gift.
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[The tone of his voice says it all--hostile, disbelieving, but the fact that he hasn't actually fired his gun yet betrays a simple fact. He's trying not to start a fight if he can help it, though that may be because he's still under the impression that this is some kind of bomb.]
When does it blow up?
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[There's a little pause before she adds, slyly:] I'm not Gabe.
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[He won't, because he and Gabriel are not exactly on speaking terms. There's a coldness in his voice that lets her know it was not a very funny joke, and it's most certainly not appreciated, though it occurs to him that this is the closest he can get to Gabriel--at least Sombra is willing to entertain a conversation.
Jack isn't sure how he feels about that, but he supposes there's a more pressing issue in front of them.]
You really think I'm gonna let this in my house either way?
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[There's her rebuttal x2, Jack. From there, she lifts her fingers, letting them splay as proof that she didn't come here to repeat their last encounter.] Besides, I'm unarmed, and it's freezing outside.
Might as well let me stay when you have the advantage, right?
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You might as well tell me what you want.
[Because he can get right down to business if the situation calls for it.]
Get kicked out or something?