The medic sighs isolated. She felt the anxiousness inside her start to raise. These situations never got more pleasant. She liked a distraction from the fear of what they might do to her. She's always managed to escape in the past, but this was Talon... she didn't know how she would fair this time. The darkness keeps setting in as if it was covering the inside of her eyes and she would blink it away. She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her head against it. Her arms still behind her back. She grumbles in discomfort. She couldn't tell how slow or fast time was going.

She hears the door open. She sits up letting her legs fall back to the floor.

"Reaper?" She asks trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

"Yeah..." she hears the gruff voice reply, and she couldn't help, but feel calmer. Reaper hovers watching the girl. She fidgets as if feeling awkward. "So, uh, do you need anything?" He asks explicitly not wanting to be there.

"Actually I'm really thirsty." She declares. Reaper mumbles to himself.

"I'll be back." He growls as she hears the door open and closes again. The girl smiles to herself. She was glad he came back. The door clicks once more, and she listens as footsteps reapproach. Reaper holds a cup as he stares at her bond arms.

"Well?"

"I brought water."

"Can you untie me?" She asks with a smirk.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He bites back. She shrugs as a response he decides to ignore her reply. Reaper reaches out his hand and puts a fingertip on the girl's chin lifting it up. He puts the cup to her mouth. She realizes what he is doing, and she opens her lips so he can pour it back. She drinks a little bit spilling out the side of her entrance. Reaper felt his whole body heat up at the sight of her. He notices her face begins to get pink tinged as she swallows her last bit of water. Reaper pulls the cup away and runs his thumb over her lips wiping away the water that spilled out. The girl shivers again. He was beginning to like making her do that. "Better?" He breathes slowly. The girl opens her mouth to speak, but for once, seems left inarticulate. Time passes between the two and the girl squirms.

"Thank you..." she mutters her face red under the blindfold. Reaper feels himself smirk. Another moment passes as ticking from a clock is the only sound between them.

"Why do you work for Overwatch?" He asks inadvertently.

"I don't agree with them enough to join... I've been close a few times, but they generally do have the best interest of people and omnics alike." She explains. She fidgets. It was clear she was uncomfortable holding a conversation without the freedom to move or see. "I've been working with them before the fall even... things are so different now. Blackwatch fell apart and took Overwatch with it. No Blackwatch now though."

"You didn't approve of the Blackwatch agents?" A pointed question.

"Not at all... I remember…" She pauses for a moment. How long had it been since she said that name out loud? "…Reyes looked like he was becoming less and less happy. I wasn't sure exactly what was happening. Too afraid to find out." She pauses, and Reaper flinches at the sound of his own name. "I never got to speak to him about it, but I saw him going down a dark path. I wish that I had... maybe I could have helped him." She remembered the hatred in his eyes after they held a private funeral for Ana…

"There was nothing to help. Blackwatch worked in the shadows giving them the perfect way to betray Overwatch. You wouldn't have been able to do anything." He felt himself grow tense and immediately regretted speaking. His chest pounds as he realizes that he blurted that out faster than he could think. The girl was silent for a long while. Her silence made him apprehensive, did he give himself away?

"You're probably right..." she crosses her legs. "Still, I just felt Reyes was so isolated after what happened with everything. I think he needed someone."

Reaper was still, moments passing, he didn't need anyone. He was cast out by Overwatch to do its dirty work, and he did a damn good job. The countless hours, the sleepless nights. His blood boiled. Jack was no better than him. Reaper got a bad taste in his mouth but knew he couldn't say anything more.

"It's actually one of my biggest regrets." She suddenly says bringing his attention back.

"Why?"

"I actually really liked Reyes from the times I spent with him." She semi mumbles. "I miss him." She said this exceptionally quiet. He notices the pink tinge on her face again. Reaper feels his chest tighten and he breathes out harshly

"I have to go." He grumbles rubbing the back of his neck.

"Are you still in front of me?" She asks as she stands.

"Yeah." He replies softly. She places her head on his heart, and he stiffens. She let the melody of his heartbeat soothe her. Her mind was swimming as she tried to grasp an understanding of what she was doing. At times she feels her body isn't her's something possessing her to be close to this man before her.

"You remind me of him. Is it okay if I stay like this for a second?" Reaper remains silent but doesn't move. He lifts his hands not sure what to do. That part of his life was over and has been for a long time. Gabriel was dead. Still, this girl brought back all the memories. They had an unspoken temptation, and he couldn't bring himself to talk her either. A relationship would have deterred from his plans. He needed 100% focus... No different than now. He finally places his hands on her shoulders pulling her away softly.

"I'm going." He says feeling conflicted. She sits in defeat. He exits the room deciding it best not to go back.

Hours pass as the girl waited for Reaper to return. She knew Overwatch would be looking for her by now. They hadn't brought her in for questioning yet. She suspected it would be any second since Overwatch would be on their tail soon.

As if on cue the door opens. She can't see and doesn't bother to ask.

"Ready, chica?" Sombra asks rather cheerfully. The medic shrugs. She's been tortured before. She could always find a way to not physically be harmed. She felt this time she might not be able to talk her way out of it. Especially when it came to Reaper or even worse, Widow. That woman couldn't feel a thing, no emotions to manipulate.

Sombra grabs her by the sides helping her stand. Sombra guides her not knowing what to expect. Once into a new room, Sombra makes the girl sit. The blindfold finally comes off, and the medic hisses at the brightness. She glances up, there was another room for them to watch from and one door to exit from. Typical interrogation room. Sombra smiles smug, she was first up.

"So, I've done a lot of research on you." She states. "Not much aside from your career comes up."

"That's the only noteworthy thing about me." She replies. "Sorry, my wiki page must be pretty empty." The girl laughs, and Sombra smiles at this.

"Why so secretive?"

"Why? I think this is a perfect example."

"There are no records of your serum in hospitals or anything."

"It's an object that is made to win wars. It shouldn't be mass produced."

"Even Overwatch doesn't have it on file."

"You hacked into Overwatch? That's pretty impressive." The medic praises and Sombra takes the compliment graciously.

"I am the best of the best." She grins. "Which is why I want to pick your brain." She starts. "You have hardly any computer files."

"Tech is so advanced that I almost never use it. I don't want to be tracked. You saw how unimpressive my laptop was." Sombra laughs at this. They go back and forth for a while. Sombra made it pretty clear she didn't care about her job anymore and was just enjoying chatting with the girl. After a while, the two were just giggling together. Reaper watching from the room grew furious.

"Sombra!" The medic hears from Sombra's earpiece. Sombra smiles, and so does she while waving goodbye.

"Good luck, Chica." She says exiting.