"Ah well." Can't be blamed for trying, now, can she? On more than one level. "Ni modo." She'd hoped he'd test his luck anyway, but that's just how it goes. Sometimes he's too smart for his own good.

(Still not smarter than her. Close in his own way, but.)

Sombra settles back in to her chair, lounging comfortably in what passes for its cushion. But it's likely that even if it was made completely out of wood, she could find a way to be comfortable- to exclude that body language that says, this is mine. this is my throne, and you? you are lucky to actually see me in it. "One of these days I'm actually going to get you to agree to a job," she only half-teases.

Half, because she's completely and utterly confident that it'll happen. In time. She's worn him down just about every other way, now, hasn't she?