Sombra's smile turns a shade patronizing at his protest, like she's only entertaining his protest for his own sake. But she doesn't push that, content with him tolerating her proximity. It took long enough to earn that, and even she knows there's a time to stop pushing. "Done playing," she says instead, daring to pull her hand up and back, wriggling her fingers in clear view. No chip- it's all his. Presumably he won't mind if she just goes ahead to take her prize.

Without pulling away, of course. She'll just go ahead and rest here against him. At least there's no ammo cartridges at his chest. And this lets her eyes lock on where she presume his are, hidden behind that slit of red.

"You know," she drawls, "I have another friend who could use a bit of extra muscle protecting a shipment heading east. If you need some spending cash."

Not the first time she's propositioned him in that way- and not the first time she's expected him to dismiss it. Still, it'd be a way for him to get where he needs to go. Normally she'd suggest a mercenary, but this one seemed rather convenient.