[Groaning through her teeth, Sombra resigns herself to plucking up a nutrient block: biting down on its entirely unappetizing edge.]

Wouldn't know. [It's the truth, even if it isn't charming— or maybe because it isn't charming, it's easy to know it's actually the truth.] Usually it's Gabe's job to take that kind of damage.

I'm gonna have to run a systems check, try to figure out how bad it really was.