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The asymmetry of the woman’s hair makes Satya’s fingers twitch. Logically, she can see why half of Sombra’s hair is missing; her cybernetics were likely easier to handle with no hair in the way. On the other hand, why bother keeping only half your hair? Sombra certainly looked striking, but the uneven appearance bothers Satya to no end.
“So, you and I will be working together,” Sombra says, offering Satya a hand.
“Yes,” Satya says, eyes drawn away from the fascinating design of Sombra’s gloves to the problem of her hair again. “You and I are to acquire the information from Torvan Industries and destroy their Project: Heylel.”
“See something you like?” Sombra asks with a smirk, voice practically a purr.
“No,” says Satya unthinkingly. “Why is your hair so asymmetrical? Why didn’t you just completely shave your head when you did your cybernetics rather than leave half your hair to hang like that? It would also be so much easier to care for than it presently must be.”
“What?” Sombra gapes at her. “Are you saying you don’t like my hair?!”
“Yes. It looks ridiculous,” she says firmly. “Too uneven. Which is a pity, because otherwise you are quite attractive.”
Sombra just continues to gape at her, and Satya shrugs in return. It is an annoying hair cut; she is simply being honest. Then again, Talon did seem to have a thing for absurd looking outfits. How Widowmaker stayed in her top or where Reaper kept his extra shotguns, she did not know. She just knows Talon seems to have a rule that you must look absurd to work for them.
“Either way, let’s go deal with Torvan Industries. I have better things to do.”