Sombra smiled down at the irritated brunette. "Listen, pobrecita," she said soothingly, holding Lena's gun in her non-dominant hand. Didn't mean she couldn't kill her with it, though.
"I was just wondering if I could crash for a night or two."
"What?! You're insane, you know that? Giv(more)e me back my gun!"
"Or else what, corazón? You'll punch me for it?"
The woman held up her fists in response.
Sombra laughed. Lena was funny. "I'll cut a deal," she said. "My boss may have gotten another...friend to find out where you live. And with who."
As she spoke, Lena's earlier passionate anger was replaced with a horrified look. Sombra almost felt guilty.
"But," she said, sitting down on the edge of the table. "I may have a way to take care of it. If you let me stay the night."
"I can get there alone. Just warning you ahead of time. You can tell your girlfriend I'll be there."
Sombra smiled at her once more. "Clock's ticking, speedracer. Do you really want to risk your home life getting involved at the job?"
"Shit," Sombra hissed, as soon as she'd made it to the bathroom. She let go of her waist, examining the bullet marks. She was in pain-a lot of it-but she couldn't risk Lena finding out. Nobody could, not until she was better. For now, Lena was simply data driven-she wouldn't hurt Sombra, not until her end of the bargain was kept up.
Thank God. She felt like she was dying.
"So Lena let you in?"
She only stared at the redhead. She was prettier than in the videos. "Let's get you patched up."
"She doesn't know I'm like this."
Emily was her name. She winked at Sombra. "Guess she won't find out."
She liked her.