[The warmth of the fire keeps him sleeping longer than he might have liked. When he wakes, its with a wicked hangover, the kind that blurrs his vision when the light hits it. He snarls, instinctively trying to scramble away from the unexpected object, but failing to make it very far thanks to how dizzy he still is.
Reaper's vision swims behind half closed eyeballs, and he smells something cooking. But there is a silhouette he thinks he recognizes -- a faint purple glow that has him fighting for clarity of some sort, one hand coming over his eyes to try and lower the light reaching them.]
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Reaper's vision swims behind half closed eyeballs, and he smells something cooking. But there is a silhouette he thinks he recognizes -- a faint purple glow that has him fighting for clarity of some sort, one hand coming over his eyes to try and lower the light reaching them.]
Sombra?
[The snarl of undeath is missing.]